What choice did he have? I had stolen it away from my husband and now I would cause him more suffering. He would be haunted by this day. It would over...hadow everything in his existence if he pressed that button.Emotion choked my voice as it all became so clear. I was done. Dead. There was no escaping it. I wanted to be angry, to shout and cry at the injustice of it all, but I had brought this upon myself. Even though I couldn't remember that other Linda, the original me who had cheated on Steve. Andrea returned to our table, and began to eat the ice cream I had ordered during her absence. She kept her left hand in her lap. I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I returned, I noticed Andrea had reached inside her skirt with her left hand and I wondered, was she fingering her pussy as my dick began to swell in response. After I settled down and resumed eating my ice cream, I noticed her nipples were visibly tenting in her bra. My cock began to ooze precum at the idea of her. We took shots of cognac while his mom was upstairs. Soon enough he was out on the sofa. I decided that this was my chance to go and pay a visit to his mom. I crept into her room and saw her sleeping on the bed. I decided that I would try to wake her up to see what would happen. I went and tried to wake her up but she was out sleeping soundly. By all accounts, the sleep pill was making its effect. I shook her hard by the shoulders but she did not move at all. I then decided to slip her pajamas. She asked. Oh, why would I need a pulley?"I put the pulley back and thought to myself. "How strange that someone would buy a clothes line without a pulley, but she's from Uptown and maybe they don't use pulleys."Something didn't quite fit, she had a very good dryer, so I just couldn't figure why she would need a clothes line, but I was starting to tire from the walk and the partying the night before.I just felt like taking a little knap. We got back to her apartment and we had a few glasses of.