On waking next morning I slipped back into our bed and slowly roused her by gently stroking her skin and nuzzling her neck as I whispered that I had s...mething interesting to tell.As I recounted what I had heard during the night she started to ask questions about it and what moves I thought C might have been putting on his latest conquest.The arousal grew stronger as I painted the picture for her.I know that she finds listening to sex exciting as she had told me of the time she was at a wedding. Sandy had stopped crying by then, and before she went into the bathroom to take a shower, she tried to lighten up the mood a bit in a desperate attempt to salvage the evening. ‘I guess,’ sighed Sandy, that’s it for this dress!’ Richard heard the shower water running, and saw steam coming from under the bathroom door. He had removed his coat and tie, and sat on the bed wondering what to do next. She was just in the next room, soaping herself down, water running between those breasts…his dick was. The skirt matched the jacket and was long but wrapped around in such a way that it exposed her stockings whenever she strutted as she walked.She slid to a halt in front of me. "Acceptable, kind sir?" she asked."Magnificent," I replied and took her in my arms for a kiss. Over her shoulder I saw her mother watching us from the open doorway, a smile on her lips as her daughter teased the man in her life.I gave Rosa a casual wave before I escorted her daughter to my car where the skirt revealed. Or I should say Christmas present – in the haunting of my soul by infidelity and treachery. But somehow, every time I looked into Teresa's eyes the life I'd fled in Chicago seemed many years and many miles away.But when I returned to Mary's Cottage that night, that old life reasserted itself. As I sat in my new leather recliner in my newly painted and furnished living room with a cheerful fire sipping brandy, I powered up my computer. It effortlessly found my new wireless network. There were.