The bridge was so narrow that we were forced to walk, one behind the other. It was getting dark, the temperature was dropping rapidly and I was gettin... very cold but I didn’t care. I felt so alive and was full of excitement. It was only about four metres across the bridge, so was shocked when Miss Davis turned around, half way across, to face me. “Do you want to come home with us Joanna or shall we take you home?” I looked up at her and smiled. I wrapped my right arm around her pulling us. She is open before me. So beautiful. In the near-darkness I think I see her tip herself toward me. Asking me. Encouraging me. Begging me silently. Her musk is undeniable. I am in heaven. I must.The tip of my nose finds home.As I poke my tongue out, the old comedy routine about 'Licking the Alphabet' haunts me. "Why not? I'm just trying to make her feel good and have nice dreams, not make her climax." I consider."I" I trace the letter carefully in her softness."L"Special emphasis in. His discussion would center on his workout partner, whom I assumed was a man.I found out a few months later that his workout partner was a young woman almost our daughters age. June and Bob, some friends of ours saw Jim, my husband, leaving a young girls apartment one night. She kissed him at the door as he left the building. They said she wasn't wearing much if anything.Jim hadn't seemed to have changed a bit towards me, but when June told me, even though I refused to believe her, I began to. “I’ll be right back….” She cooed….”I just have to pee”. “I’ll wait for you here in the bedroom……I have to pee too…” I told her. I sat on the edge of the bed. Laura went into the bathroom but didn’t shut the door. I couldn’t see her directly as the toilet was around the corner in the bathroom but the full length mirror on the closet door in the bedroom and outside the bathroom door gave me a good reflected view of her from my perch on the bed. Laura pulled down her bikini bottoms.