I stood to make the coffee. And when I did this the woman looked at me with a sight, which was saying: “I’d love to put a finger in your anus”. ..., of course, didn’t do anything special when I noticed this sight only turned my ass at her face when I was passing her to the coffee machine. She said:- Make one for you, too, honey! – Her tone sounded very powerful and I didn’t dare to refuse her. That’s why I made two coffees. – I’m sorry that I’m taking of your time, but I don’t like to drink. Within four days of our return Carol, Fiona and young Charlie all fell ill with a serious infection. Somehow either Fiona or myself had brought it back with us. The doctors were completely stumped as to what it was, that was why I suspected I must have been the carrier and infected all the others. Marjorie, my young daughter Jane and I never even got a mild infection, but the strain on us both was intense.Three weeks later the infection had taken the lives of the three who had been infected and. Now I have to admit curiosity got the better of me and after a while opened up her laptop and checked her emails. Sure as hell it was Ben asking to meet Saturday night. A few flirty emails later they exchange some pics and Ben explains him and a friend have been to a nudist beach today and had an all over tan he wanted her to see. Naturally she asked for a pic, he returned with a pic of him and his friend in all their glory. Now I have to admit these two guys were good looking, kept in shape. She looked up at me and smiled a wicked smile, one a female lead police movie character performs when she has finally tracked down the antagonist and is about to close the cuffs for the final time. It was the briefest moment of nothing, that, I was sure of that, would have ended with me bursting anyway, as the look on her face had finally tipped me right over the edge. Luckily, she decided to take matters into her own hands. "Time to return the favor," she grinned. From that moment, everything.