She could almost see the lust in my eyes, even though she never once acknowledged my existence. I could see her adjust her hair and expose her delicio...s, almost edible neck to me. My cock forgot what it felt like to not be hard, as it continuously throbbed. I had to keep my bag firmly over it to avoid completely confessing my perversion. This routine would continue everyday, with her dragging her fingers across her body... Slowly dragging her skirt higher up and letting her hand disappear. .well, maybe...who else?"Taylor, we've been best friends for years. We've told each other everything, right?" "Yeah." "Is it Zach?"She just sat there speechless looking at me, her face reddening. "Well...damn, Lauren...promise me you'll never, ever tell anyone. Yes, its Zach."So, my best friend is screwing her sixteen-year old brother. Damn."When did this happen?" "God, you must think I'm awful having incest with my brother." "Well, I think he's cute and I'd be attracted to him, so I guess I. He owned everything and everybody in town so I had nobody in town I could trust. If I went to anybody in town with my worries, the tale would get back to dear old daddy before I could get home. So I asked a buddy that I went to college with who was a private investigator working in Washington D.C. to look into things and find out what he could find out. He found out that my loving wife Sheila had another man in her life. The two had been together since before we were married. It was a major. ”“Would you?” she asked, “how much would she charge?”“I don’t know, I’d have to find out.”“David,” she said, looking at me seriously, “you are not going to pay for this.”It was a warning not a statement.“Okay,” I said, “I agree. But, with a proviso.”“What’s that?” she asked.“That if you can’t afford it, you’ll let me lend you the money, then you can pay me back over time,” I said.She thought for a moment.“I can live with that,” she said.“Right then, I’ll get back home and make that call,” I.