Why wouldn't he? Love? Hah! He might still love me, but when I stop being desirable, he'll...She sighed. I know what he'll do.I love him. I want him t... be happy, and to be happy, he needs to love and be loved. Could I give him ten or fifteen years, give him the best year of my life, and then walk away? Graciously?No, not graciously. I'd become bitter and hateful. And I'd be childless.The alternative isn't much better – saying yes to another man, a man I admire and respect perhaps, but a man I. I actually felt let down hearing this. I felt that I had missed the opportunity to impress my teacher. I think, she was able to read my thoughts and asked me not to worry and relax. Then she added that she actually wanted me to come over to her place because she used to feel lonely in the absence of her husband. I could sense the sadness in her voice and told her that I fully understood how she felt. All of a sudden she stood up and went inside her house. After a while she called me from inside. As he went away, we started smooching aggressively. It was so passionate. I didn’t know what I was doing. I ran back to my room.I felt the need to have him by me. It was all wrong. He was married. at this moment, that was the last thing in my mind. We text each other still feeling dizzy. I invited him up to my room.As he entered, we started kissing passionately and aggressively, he grabbed my boobs hard and squeezed them by melons.I sensed my underneath hot and waiting. Dripping with the need. ‘I know all four of our neighbours want you, so let’s set some ground rules for the future ok?’ George had spent many hours thinking about this. He was going to let her play with the guys if he could do the same with Marne and maybe the brunette in the coffee shop. ‘You do the neighbours as much as you want, and I will try to get into the brunette’s pants. And if you are OK with it, Marne’s too.’ George was not finished yet. ‘Nobody else, unless we tell each other first, and we always come home.