There wouldn’t be time for another round. He had been staring at the bedroom. It was a beautiful room, decorated in sage, russet, and gold. They lay...in the center of the queen size cherry four post bed. A bed that should have been his, Sam thought to himself. He felt no guilt for loving another man’s wife. His upbringing demanded that he did. But his heart was ruling his emotions and it wasn’t letting him feel any remorse. Slowly Sam pulled his arm from under Cathryn’s neck and sat up. ‘I need. I laid my gf on the mattress and spread her legs. Once I got her clit in my lips I started sucking and then ran my tongue across the end of it. (she has a thick and pretty long clitoris) She moaned out and I looked up to find her arms. Thats when I saw the woman we had spoken to. I grabbed my gf's arms and pulled them under her back and locked them together holding both with my hand.. With the other hand I reached her right breast and pinched her nipple. I gave her a good three orgasms before. " he starts to say but doesn't finish. He rolls back onto his knees still staring down at me. "You did give me permission. and I am sorry for letting things get to this point, but I can't." No."He looked away. "No," I say again with more finality. "Tell me why you can't, and save me the sob story about this being about my mortality."I remain frozen where I lay as I wait for him to answer. "It has nothing to do with your mortality, but everything to do with me," he admitted, his eyes still never. He knew what was expected of him now; he knew what he had to do. It was in her eyes; Claire didn’t need to speak; she didn’t need to communicate it in the form of words. His hands rose to the waistband of her panties. For the second time that night they were being tugged down over her thighs. Male hands-rough, male hands; rough, male, eager hands pulled them down over the tops of her stockings and down her long shapely legs. For the second time that night they rested around her ankles and for.