He loved sex like i did. So many mornings id skip school just to go find him asleep in his bed. I loved nothing more than findng his limp cock layin... under his sheets and my mouth waking him up to a hard on. We never really fucked although he did pop my cherry on his dresser. The blood scared us both and we stopped before we got started. After a few years life took us different directions. I always wondered where he was, what he was doing, would he ever want to fuck me and fill my pussy. Still, the whispered comments from my friends, pointed questions about her activities, the anonymous emails. They all can be explained away ... can't they? It just could not be true.Shock-Those are HER in the email picture attachments! I am emotionally stunned, as if hit by a pole ax. If the dates are correct this goes back weeks, months! It feels like my heart has stopped beating, and I am unable to breath. Why would she do such a thing to me ... to us ... to our family!Denial-Ok it is not. ”“Okay. Let’s put these two up behind you so you can recline gracefully. Then put this one in front of you to rest your hand on. You can even hold your iPhone if you want to surf,” I said.“That would be nice. I don’t want to talk to anyone, though. I’m afraid of what I might say. It would be nice to look at their Snaps and Instagrams, though, since I can’t really do anything else.”“I might ask you to look up for a few minutes while I do your face,” I said. “But first, now that you are on your. I made some dumb comment like, "Yeah, the maids clean in exchange for massages."Her comeback was something like, "Oh wow, maybe I won't be disappointed with my tip then."As the tour concluded after my showing her every nook of the house, and lingering with the water view from the bedroom balcony, I offered her a drink and asked her what she would like."Whatever you recommend to go along with your spa treatment," she purred."Actually, I would recommend that you go into the master bath and relax.