I knew when we said goodbye that he would be screwing rich tourists who went out on the dive boat that he worked on, and I was free to fuck my son, Sa..., his girlfriend, Alicia, or anyone else who was available. I was happier this time than the first time that he had left me to go to Thailand, because, somehow, we seemed to have separated lust from love. He had told me that I was still his girlfriend before telling me stories of all the rich tourists that he had fucked. This past week, we had. All she wanted was to be nude with her flesh pressing against him. To feel her moist inner channel filled with him, and to never stop being filled by him.He had been caressing her through her skirt, and she wanted to be rid of it, why did he not remove it and be done with it? She turned toward him and lifting her face to him she waited for a kiss... His kiss was warm and inviting, challenging her to other things. Continuing the kiss, she began to unbutton her shirt, and as the buttons came. Ever so slowly she moved up and down on me, I could feel every nerve in my penis tingling. I so wanted her to stretch it again , to feel that sensation again, She slid off me and now she gently cupped my penis in her hand, I was so wet, both hers and my precum, she moved my foreskin back and foreward a little further each time, more and more of the head emerged as the tight ring moved down to the rim of the glans. She rolled onto her back and pulled me on to her expertly guiding me into her,. I had to tell you that, whatever I was, I did it with a decent man. And it wasn't his fault. I didn't want you doing anything stupidly macho against Peter. As I said at the beginning, he is a really nice guy." But you went on seeing him." Not really, not then. I told you, I'd sent him away." But when I came back to see you on the Sunday, you were going on again about what a great guy he was, and said you'd seen him twice in that week as well." Yes. Yes, I had. After you left, I confessed.