My conscience was acting up and I was still shook that she saw me with her husband. After I laid down in bed, I suddenly realized you weren't there. I...almost panicked. I didn't know where you were. Were you hurt, dead, or at a meeting? I didn't know what it was. I wondered if it was a dinner you had told me about, but that I had forgotten. I knew if it was work related or some hobby of yours, you would have told me. If that was so I had forgotten and I didn't like that. It meant that I was. We kissed again, our tongues fighting for dominance, I moved my hand to encircle one of her bountiful breasts. She moaned slightly and I began my descent down her luscious body. Kissing down her neck, nibbling slightly at collarbone. She began squirming as I hit her favorite spots with my mouth. As I reached her breasts I took one in each hand and brought my mouth to her left one. I sucked slightly at her nipple, than circled it with my tongue. Quickly, I changed to a moreaggressive pace,. I think she felt she needed heels to compensate for her diminutivestature, although I always thought her personality did an excellent jobof that. I washed, dried and ironed her shirts and other machine washableitems and folded them into the empty drawers that we always kept for her.My heart pounding and, feeling more than a little sick, I went to handwash her delicates. It was impossible to avoid the scent that emanated asI gingerly carried them to the laundry room. The scent of her soap. What you walked in on was... not right, especially what you saw and heard. Oh God, Jamie, can you ever forgive me?"Jamie placed her hand on his arm, "Mitch, we spend a lot of time together. I have to tell you that I have fantasies about you, too. You just aren't aware of it." What kind of fantasies, Jamie?"She blushed and answered, "The same as you were having about me a little while ago."Mitch didn't know what to say, so he asked, "Why aren't you dating? I see the swimsuit you wear to the.