Call Me...... that's all the message says.she hold the phone to her ear with her left hand, her index finger on her right hand strokes the lace top of...her hold ups and her skit is lifted.He answers the phone with his usually breezy voice, her whole body spasms, and she feels her cunt run with her juices. They chat and her fingers stroke further up the thigh, her fingers slide inside her moist knickers, her finger starts to circle her firm clit.He asks what she is doing, she tells him to guess.. ” The mental image gave me what I needed to give her what she needed. She reached down and pulled her slit open and I touched her clit with my tongue. “Now, lick it all around, cuz, push it inside me.”Her instructions were loud and clear and she was soon moaning and running her fingers through my hair as she pushed her pussy against my face. She jumped in pain as my tongue slipped between her lips, but I quickly slid back up to her pulsing button and she forgot about it; neither of us knew it. I told her this ” well, you can help me to undo those bad things, doesn’t matter whatever it takes” she asked me ” how?” I told her ” well when you heal my emotional injury , you will feel a balance between wrong things done by you and right thing that you will do here , doesn’t matter whatever it takes!”So she asked ” sound good!ok what will I have to do?” Before moving on I told her ” there is an equal proportion between brain and body, brain receive bad words then body see itself as. ' Wendy, by the way, knew the score here. We had a few long talks on the subject, and I told her exactly what I just told you ... as long as there was a sliver of a chance that you were waiting for me, staying true to my marriage was my number one priority. And, in the end, I was." I made silent note of the fact that I was relating this story – all of it – in the past tense."I'm glad Fred Barton didn't tell me about this," said my wife. "It would have sounded much different than it did just.