The sight and the sensation of the two of them sucking on my nipples was driving me crazy. I could feel my sticky juices already pooling in my panties...and my breath was already becoming ragged. I felt two different hands opening my jeans and as I lifted my hips they expertly relieved me of them, followed by my underwear. As Michael slid down my body to bury his face in my aching pussy, Chris began kissing me, massaging my breasts and rolling my stiff pink nipples between his fingers. Michael. . I’m not above begging when I need you so bad. Need to feel you push into me, diving into me. Please.There’s a brief shuffle as you maneuver out of your underwear, then I feel you, lining up. I’m so wet for you that the air of you pulling away is cool against me. This is replaced by you, as you push up against me, making sure briefly you’re lined up before pushing into me. Holding me, still from behind. Spooning me, grabbing my breast, and filling me. Make me yours. You’re speeding up. The. Week 15Guarding my damn computer and cell phone is now my full-time job. I try to keep our communication to the bare minimum, still I have to arrange those risqué rendezvous. Which means my computer and cell phone likely harbor all sorts of damning evidence.I suffer regular panic attacks wondering if I actually left my laptop open. Yesterday, when I forgot my mobile, I had to run home to retrieve it immediately.Week 16I called my lover by my husband's name today and we had a good laugh, but now. I need to get my head together. I’ve been doing too many bad things that have been sapping my ambition. Thanks for understanding, Dave’ and, bingo, the note problem is solved.”He looked at the note he’d just written, at Miss Jordan’s instigation. He honestly thought a second about tearing it up, but looked at it, read it again, and decided my future with Miss Jordan had more potential than his current life. He folded the note and took it and put it on the kitchen table so it wouldn’t be.