I couldn’t fathom what her womanhood felt like directly, I couldn’t dare. Perhaps there was still time to stop, perhaps I hadn’t gone too far. I...knew I couldn’t touch her most precious place. The place that she had kept hidden from all but the man sleeping next to her. The man who trusted me more than anyone in the world. Her decision was clearly made. So by what right then, did my fingers slip back under her shorts? Questions and answers never returned to me, only lust. She moaned. We talked in my car that night and I asked her to go steady with me. She asked if I was sure; she had heard that my engagement with April ended rather abruptly and wondered why."Carol, I guess we were too young and I know April was not done experiencing life when we were engaged and she cheated on me. So, once bitten, twice shy. I have a few trust issues with women in general, but I'm trying to get a handle on that. That is why, although we get along great and we seem to be quite compatible, I. " Both Sarah and Neil looked at me like I was throwing them to the lions. "Look guys, I'm Switzerland in this. I love you both and I'm here for you both but you two need to do this alone." The scary part was, when I said I love them both I felt that perhaps that type of love had changed. For Neil it felt as though I was relearning my love for my brother. For Sarah though I was wondering if I was falling for her or was it just lust? I had some serious thinking to do as well. I spent most of the. It was obvious that he was now fully into my wife, fucking her like a cheap whore for all to see. She was facing the floor, leaned slightly forward while he fucked her hard, slapping against her. One of his hands went from her hip up under her shirt to fondle one of her tits as he kept fucking her. In the distance something caught my eye. It was someone pointing in our direction from up at the far entrance while speaking with a bouncer. Figured. There’s always some prude who objects. My show.