....But then the hand got lower and lower and I started to feel something between my thighs. I was in two minds...do I try to make a move away and try...to catch the pervy bastard or do I stay put. In the end I decided to stay put, after all it was starting to feel quite nice and a warm glow was spreading up from my pussy.Then the hand started to get more adventurous. OH.MY GOD, I could feel fingers actually rubbing my pussy through my jeans!I'm almost ashamed to say that I was enjoying this. My. Love you.’ I close my eyes and pretend I didn’t see. But I did see and I am ashamed for feeling betrayed as I lay in your arms. The logic side of my brain is telling me, why are you having a reaction to seeing such intimacy, after all, Laura did call earlier and you were responding to her call. Why would the act of seeing you do so, upset me so? But it did upset me and I began to feel empty side, very empty. What am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself pretending that the sex is going to. I started tongue fucking her and she was sucking my dick as if a calf sucks cow’s teat while drinking milk.I could not express the happiness and pleasure of having this act. I could feel a movement internally and knew that I will release my dick juice soon. I started running my tongue in her pussy and did not leave even a single drop of her juice. After 7 to 8 minutes of sucking, I came in her mouth.She drank all my juices without a single drop wasted, and she had an orgasm and released all her. And instead of bringing in all kinds of paranormal and supernatural rationalizations, why not finger the most probable culprit?Myself, and my own actions. I needed to be accountable. I'd been playing the blame game for far too long.Everything that had happened was quite explainable, if I looked objectively at what I'd done. The temper tantrum that had cost me valued friendships? That was on me. I'd overreacted to something I didn't understand. Similarly, I knew that I had to shoulder most of.