We were friends to start with but since 12th we both started liking each other for obvious reasons. But after 12th our lives changed. I moved to Russi... for my medical studies and she moved to Bangalore for her studies.We still kept in touch. I was suppose to return after my 3rd year of medical college and I went to Bangalore to see her.During the 3 years we were apart we both got to know each other better and had many long sex chats. We also exchanged desires to fuck each other. She would. But then, she always was. However, the lesson had been learned that theLady was not a fan of what she considered to be empty flattery. So shedared not give in to her first instinct to blurt out how beautiful herLady, her Mistress is.Instead, she quietly and softly climbed onto the bed at the Lady's feet.Bending low, she planted a gentle kiss on the top of each foot. Lookingup at her Lady, she moved again to place gentle kisses on the arches ofher feet, moving from one to the other. That she was. We never spoke at these sessions, just her little moans. I put her slightly shaking hand back on my hard on. She began to squirm slightly. Her face showed excitement and some straining, trying to resist the temptation to go forward and do more. I didn’t push it but waited. I kissed her with a lot of passion, which she liked. She kept her hand on my hard on. Never moving it, just held her hand still. Her passion increased in kissing me, and our tongues were going wild in our mouths.I felt her. What about the kids? Was she planning to take the kids, have Guy bring them up? He had kids, would they take both broods? His were older than mine, nine and eleven compared to our five and seven. Could I condemn my kids to being little brother and sister to... well... to some other children I had never met, knew nothing about and who might take it out on my kids because they'd lost their mother and had Ellen as their wicked stepmother.Horror stories flitted through my brain but it dawned on me.