NEXT MORNING WE LEFT THE HOUSE AND SLIPPED DOWN THE LANE BESIDE SUSANS HOUSE. SHE PICKED UP THE KEY FROM UNDER A FLOWER POT AND WE WENT IN OUR CLOTHES...WERE OFF IN SECONDS AND WE BOTH STOOD THERE LOOKING AT EACHOTHERS BODIES. ‘ I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME TODAY’ I KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED BUT DIDN’T KNOW WHERE TO START ‘YOU ARE A VIRGIN’ SHE SAID’ ‘ YES. WILL YOU TELL ME AND SHOW ME WHAT TO DO’ :I HAVE DONE IT A FEW TIMES WITH A GUY FROM SCHOOL’SHE SAID SUSAN PUSHED ME ON TO THE BED, KNELT BETWEEN MY. Thoughts became meaningless. The only thing that mattered was our kiss, our lips merging as we tasted each other, slowly, both of us lost in a moment that stretched on into an eternity.She finally broke it off, leaving me wanting, holding my head firmly between her gentle hands. "Mmm. That was sweet. I’d forgotten how nice your kisses tasted."I merely stood there, surrounded by a sea of movement, motionless, my face flushed, heat spreading through every part of my body. I stared at her, lips. Herb's wife told me some of the story of Helen and the drummer and of Helen and the college boy and from others I got bits and pieces about the rest. A talk with Herb's wife Sally is a case in point:"Oh come on Rob, how could you not know what she was and what she was doing? I knew the night of the bowling banquet when you decided to go to that tournament in Madison. Christ Rob, she was all over that drummer and I half expected her to do him right there on the dance floor. You had to see it. I. Even towards the end of our marriage when we stopped having sex all together pantyhose was one of those things that could bring out the freak in both of us. The last time we fooled around went something like this...I slept on the couch for nearly the entire last year of our marriage because I'd met another woman and we were dating and doing this and that so I really put myself on the couch out of respect because we both knew the marriage was at it's end but we were still great friends. So this.