Her heart was in this apology, and I didn't have the desire or the heart to rub it in, so I held her and said, "It's Ok. I'm not mad. I don't resent y...u. I hate him, and that's not going to change. Do not call me someday and say you two worked it out, and I should come home because all is forgiven. It's not. He's never going to hear from me again until I can spit on his grave."You're my mother and I love you. That's never going to change, but I am going away. There's a wonderful opportunity to. Now we have cleared that up, I shall tell you of my infidelities, and there has been many, some in my own home, and with men, suggested by friends, tradesmen, discrete and reliable, and other men, where a dirty back alley, bare ass rubbed up and down against a brick wall, will do, so a backward look into the mirror, in the early morning, to see all the sc****s and scars, induces another finger session and a good orgasm.Women make good sex great, we are natural 'Flashers' and 'Exhibitionists',. It was a nice condo in Vancouver a 1 bedroom bachelor pad basically. It was move in ready so all I needed was to unpack some clothes and I was home sweet home. It was a long flight but it was a small price to pay for a new start. I quickly got through the gate and went through all the boring immigration bull and grabbed a cab and headed to my new home. It was right near my new job so I wouldn’t have to worry about a car. Now that I was settled in I needed to meet new people. I walked over to my. The guy kept playing inside her bra for a long time and after a while her eyes opened and she whispered something. He nodded in agreement and J sat up for a minute. She reached behind her and bent over a little bit and I could see the back of her blouse moving. J was unfastening her bra. Then I saw something that I have seen a few times since. She wiggled a around and a few seconds later her bra emerged through the right sleeve of her blouse. Her unbuttoned blouse obscured my view but I knew.