"Is that all, Mrs. Curtis?" the counselor asked. Barbara nodded."Except that I love my husband. He's the only man I love, even though he won't believe...me... and I just want to put this behind us so we can get back together and get on with our lives," she said. "The big problem is he can't understand that I won't ever do anything like this again," she added."And when you look at it, nothing really happened. I didn't have any sex with the man I was with. My husband can't see that. He can't see. To cover my confusion, I manoeuvred around so that she was on her back and I could lean forward to get from my now visible trousers the little packet but, even more pleasurably, I now had my first proper sight of her pussy. I couldn't resist. Looking straight into her eyes for as long as possible, I made sure she knew where I was heading. This met with definite approval as her legs widened. My tongue connected with the area around her clitoris, the fingers of my left hand slid inside and. Once the box had opened, controlling Wally had been child’s play, his mental shield peeled away as had Greta’s. Alan peeled off the felt liner, and placed both his rings into their allotted grooves on the inside hull of the case. He covered them with the parchment and sealed the box. Nothing happened. He reopened the box and reversed the positions of the rings. The light show returned, and all three of them were chomping at the bit waiting for it to end. They each had a feeling, unspoken as it. "Ben, is that you?" Yes, it's me. I am sorry to disturb you, but I recognised you in the restaurant, and wanted to say hello, which - because of my wife - it is difficult to do on here." Would she tell me to go?"You had better come in." she opened the cabin door wide, revealing her to be dressed in a rather lovely nightie, her breasts pushing at the thin material so I could make out her nipples.I walked into her cabin and expected to see her companion, but she was nowhere to be seen."Where.