We finished our fuck, and Peter drove me to the bottom of our avenue, and I walked the rest of the way home, basically to let the night breeze cool me...down, so the smell of sweat, cum, and juice, wouldn't be so powerful as I walked into the house, of course my husband wasn't home, so I jumped in the shower, and gave myself a good scrub, feeling the tenderness of my cunt lips, where Peter had pounded them, I dried myself off, and got into my PJ's, which I had started wearing when Peter started. Blaming him was the easiest thing to do.It was Friday, finally, and early in the evening. The office was slowly emptying around her. She was absorbed in the plans on the computer screen before her, intending to adjust it to match the recent changes. From the solitude of her work she heard a male voice clear his throat and she turned around to see Jeffrey standing in her cubical doorway."Hello." He said coolly, studying her reaction. She knew she looked shocked and nervous."Hello, Jeffrey," she. His incredibly pale skin was slowly gaining dangerously lobster-like colours of sunburn. Pete did not answer, he was busy looking at his colleague in a whole new light, noticing little details that he never paid attention to. Accident scars along his shoulders, subtle muscles of his lean torso, the pale colour of his pubic hair, starting around Yann's belly button and vanishing out of view into the semitransparent ripples of water. "You know," continued the blonde viking, "I've wanted to. Yet, although girls were exciting and fun to be with, nothing could come close to the fantasy he held of his mother. The memory of the first time he saw her sucking on her boyfriend was burned into his mind forever. Since that day, he resolved to be her only man and wanted her for himself. No one else could take care of her or love her the way he could. He had even convinced her several years ago to let him take karate lessons so that he could protect her.Kathy thought it was cute and somehow.