Being 35 and more than twice her age didn’t seem to matter. We embraced one another passionately and kissed. I felt an incredible surge of energy co...rse through my veins as my tongue explored the teen’s famous mouth. We were pressed together tightly, our wet bodies holding each other close. I’m sure she could feel my erection,but she never made a move to break free. Instead she moved her hands all over my body, pulling my shirt free and ripping it from me. It was obvious now that lust had taken. I may be spoiled, but I wanted those things. I'm very flirty. I'll admit that right up front. It's part of my nature, and it sometimes has gotten me into some predicaments. Being in my bosses arms seemed like a predicament, and I'd gotten into it by flirting with him. I'm pretty sure he made the first move toward my lips. He leaned forward a bit, and I leaned toward him, and suddenly, my lips were drawn to his. Our tongues met, and by the time I remembered that I was a married woman and wasn't. After a couple of hours the ebbing tide dries out the channel so it isno longer usable even by small boats. High water today was about three hoursor so ago and it's still daylight so they won't do anything until the earlyhours of the morning. They would have to dump you in the channel about threeor four in the morning and it won't matter if you're dead or alive, unlessyou're very lucky you'll be swept out to sea and gone forever." Both Rozand myself started crying and Skip put his hand on my. It was self preservation, I suppose. My wife, had numerous affairs. I knew of her indiscretions, she was never subtle about it. Her lovers would phone, when I was home, and she would leave to meet them. I stayed, for the sake of the children. They needed one stable parent in the home. When she died, it was a relief. I never mourned the loss, like you mourned Michael. There was no need. I had mourned the loss of my marriage years before. Her death, was the finality I sought. Her death.