I am Anne. I betrayed my husband. And in the end I was unable to stop my betrayal. He found out, of course. He killed my lover. He almost killed me.Th...n he killed himself.No. I killed him.I know. I have no right to live on. But I do.I could annoy you with repentance and remorse, but I won't. Not because I don't honestly feel it. I do feel remorse, about ten tons of it and they all weigh on my heart.But there is no point, is there?My love is dead. George is gone. So is every dream I ever had. I. The first couple of times we practiced it waskind of embarrassing - like, the coach had given all of us these tinylittle Speedos to put on, and so I'm standing by the pool with the otherguys, and all of a sudden I realized that I had this erection. Now, it'snot as though I like guys or anything - I don't know why it happened, butit was pretty embarrassing to be standing there with this big bonerclearly showing through the tight fabric of my Speedo. But I just kindof, like, pretended that. I gagged on him cum when my sister interrupted, "I want some of that". With one hand still between my legs she used to other to turn my head and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth, sucking his cum out of me and into her own mouth. Oh god. This was unbelievable, I was on a roller-coaster of erotic pleasure and taboo sin. I was now out of control and I put a hand between her legs and started to rub her clit. "Finger me" she said. I looked at her, "I can't my fingers are too short." It was. I’m half way through my first year here at school, and I’d like to tell you that I am doing great, but that would be a lie. I’m not exactly what you would call a model student; I rarely study, I stay out too late, party too hard, and don’t pay enough attention in class. Despite all of that, I am counting on finishing this semester with straight As. I know that it seems strange, and you might ask how I am going to get such good grades if I don’t study or pay attention in.