At seven, I rose nervously. I had a ferocious champagne headache but was functional enough to fully digest that I had just fucked the daylights out o... a married woman. I forced Lisa awake. I made her the worst cup of coffee in the world. She lay leaning against the headboard pillows, with the sheet wound around one gorgeous leg, otherwise comfortably naked in front of me. “You said you were going to be in trouble,” I said. “What do we do about that?”“Oh,” she answered, “You know what? It’s. I'd hug my pillow at the same time, and close my eyes, thinking about a boy at school usually, or maybe about a boy I only wished was at school.He'd be tall and handsome, with dark hair and bright brown eyes. I could feel him hugging me, lying down on the bed with me and touching my back, touching my face with his fingers. And he'd kiss me, just a little one at first and then smile. I'd smile too and touch his body and I'd be a little scared maybe, because he was my first boyfriend and he was. Use me as you see fit. You’ll have to explain the condition of the body to the coroner, though.”“You forget that I’m a lawyer. I know how to hide bodies.”“Are you suggesting that some overachieving forensic archaeologist will find a pile of decayed bones underneath your basement? The final resting place of your erotically executed lovers?”“No, my love. No pile. Just your lonely bones ... one of them considerably more overworked than the others.” Suddenly, she turned serious. “I could never. As she arched her back, Megan slid her hand down to her clit. Bob lapped at Megan's pussy, licking the seed he planted. Burying her face in the pillow she let out a scream as a wave shot through her. Bob crawled back up, and laid beside Megan. Rolling over she whispered, you were thinking of her weren't you. Cupping her breast, he leaned over and kissed it. I'm sorry, he said. I can't help it. Rubbing his chest Megan smiled and said, I'd love to watch you make love to her. Rebeccas breathing.