He shook off another paralyzing surge of guilt.She hadn't come out of her bedroom yet. He'd waited in the syn quarters, hoping she'd be less antsy in ...he presence of others, despite the actual lack of safety.But she'd never shown up. Nor had Claude forced her to come down; he'd left with three masters and Cecilia after lunch.And throughout the day, the syn room had emptied; one by one, the owners had come to claim them. Besides a few snide remarks from Henry, none had looked at Simon. Mostly she was an ex because I was a lowly teacher while her now current significant other seemed to have a bunch of bucks. I really didn't care, as it had been eight years since we split. Not a vicious split, just a "See ya, I can do better than you" from her. Since then I had nearly given up on dating. It was too disappointing, especially with my ED problem."Um, ah, Okay. I guess we could all go together. Can I help get your stuff together so we can leave?" I asked standing in front of her. I can’t control myself.”I was enjoying a one month married girl in a hotel room. With all her permission. I was enjoying a girl who had never been explored by her own husband.I squeezed her boobs, slept over her. I kissed her cleavage and gave love bites on her shoulders. And she kept moaning and screaming; screaming and moaning in deep lustful pleasures.Her hands were on my cock. She unzipped my pants and removed it from my legs. She pulled the elastic of my underwear and undressed my cock.. “We all had such big plans back then. I think Rachel’s the only one of us who did what she set out to do.” She was silent after that, and Jane sensed the same sadness in her that she’d noticed earlier.“Mom? Are you sorry you didn’t finish college?”Her mother didn’t reply at first, then said quietly, “Sometimes.”She reached over and took Jane’s hand while she drove, saying, “I wouldn’t have missed having you for anything, honey, you know that. But sometimes I do wish it had all happened just.