He could not repay her loyalty to Rachel and him like that. Nor could he rebuff her love without hurting her deeply and possibly wounding her forever....Neither had foreseen this eventuality when Sharon made her offer. Even when she had fallen for him she had promised never to stand in his way. Easier said than done. Perhaps both of them secretly believed that he never would fall in love again. And he hadn't yet — quite.He would have to come clean with Deborah too. That could really put the cat. ) That morning I awoke to the smell of coffee. I sniffed it with appreciation. Rolling over, carefully because I was, after all, in a single bed, I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Goodness. I hadn’t slept that late since my last leave. I certainly hadn’t had this kind of fun on that leave though. I did decide that, as appealing as was the aroma of coffee drifting into the bedroom, before I did anything else, I needed a shower. I got out of the bed, into the bathroom and turned on the. It was short and it covered her panties if she wanted it too and she could show some lucky boy her panties if she wanted to do that too.By noon I had seen some fifteen or sixteen pair of panties under my daughter’s dresses, that is the panties of the girls that actually wore panties. As it turned out three girls and that one woman didn’t.When my wife came home from her half day at work I followed her right up to our bedroom and made love to her. It was urgent and it was strictly. 'I can't believe you actually did it, you are such a pussy'I bowed my head in shame.'What are you?' she said.'I'm a pussy' I said.She handed me a long coat from a bag that had also held the shoes and told me to put it on.'Right, you need to come over to my car, I've some things to give you'.Moving away from the cover of the wall was going to mean I was visible from the office windows. I just hoped nobody was looking.I followed her across the car-park noticing now that the clack of my heels.