I was loving the whole experience. Fay’s pussy was wet, and even through the condom, I could feel her juices running down my dick. Her twat was also...warm and tight, and it felt like heaven every time she would bob up and down, stroking my shaft with her twat. Sadly, things weren’t going to last much longer, and after about another minute, I felt my balls retract, and my heart rate increase, and suddenly, I felt my cum preparing to launch.“F-Fay....I’m getting close”, I warned her.Fay quickly. With you though, I felt safe and comfortable, as though it was okay to do. What could go wrong if I did this? That’s what I kept asking myself. I thought on it for a week, before telling you we should go forth and do it. You were pleased, and happy I agreed. You told me it would take a little while to put together everything you needed. I told you no rush, do what you need. I could hear you smile and tell me what a good girl I was. I beamed with pride, I love when you tell me I’m a good girl,. One evening as I travelled from a pub just outside Guildford it was late I stopped to take a leak at a public toilet which was out of the way and open which surprised me. As I stood there pissing I started to read the usual writings on the wall, some were quite graphic. There was no one around so I thought what the hell I will add my own. I reached inside my jacket for my pen and wrote “Wife to use. If interested be here tomorrow night between midnight and 1am”. As I drove home I knew this. " I don't know what she told you. Hell, I can't even remember most of what happened myself, because we'd been drinking a lot, and it was late. All I remember clearly was a little innocent kissing, and maybe the tiniest little bit of tickling and groping around. I don't think I did what you said I did. If I did do that, I don't even remember it, honestly." When I first heard about what happened, my first reaction was to come over to your house and kill you. I was so mad that I even prayed that.