"That one took, I know it," she told me, smiling. "We won't tell anyone though." What's happened to you?" I asked. "You look different this morning." ...he did look different in some way, softer and less strained.She smiled, "I have enjoyed these nightly 'sessions' with you almost right from the very first night. I felt guilty and angry at that voyeuristic thing I am married to. So I refused to permit myself to enjoy them very much as a sort of penance." She noticed how I rubbed my arm and wrist.. "Ahhh" I let out a low moan. He slipped his hand under my dress and felt the wetness."Shit, you might want to slow down. Make you cum without even touching you."I started humping his leg. I really wanted him, BAD! He flipped me over and held my hands above my head. "I know you want me, but right now I'm in control. Your pussy wants me but it can't have me, till I'm ready. Just imagine my tongue twirling in your pussy, sucking on your clit while playing with your nipples. Imagine me slipping. Not even Alex." She touched my cheek, with a look on her face that reminded me of a mature lover. A woman of age that exceeded her years of life, the teenager was gone. "Don't worry, it's our secret." She smiled at me, and then walked back down the stairs.I put on some shorts, and a golf shirt, and then headed down stairs to see what was going on. Sally had gotten dressed, and was sitting at the table with Alex. They seemed to be planning our day for us, looking at a map of the village that. I turned to Emily and gave her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek as well. I figured her father couldn't very well complain about that, not after he did it to my mother. While Mama and Emily's dad were talking, I helped her into the back seat and got in after her. I heard Mama telling Mr. Carstairs that we were running late, and then she got back in, and we took off towards Brenda's house."Did you talk to Brenda since I called her to ask her if you could come with us?" Mama didn't say anything, but.