”* * *Waking up with a hangover is a sign you did something bad. Waking up on the floor is a sign you’ve done something worse.That mantra rolled... through my head as I stood up from the pristine white carpet, stained only by two wet patches, one from drool and the other from a bottle of whiskey.“Be home in an hour,” is what my husband’s text said, and even though I had fallen for it a hundred times before, I put on that green chemise he liked, because he thought it brought out my eyes. I still. Lisa got up to make the fifth, and Jace went with her. As she filled the cups with ice, Jace could not take his eyes off her legs. Oh, how he wanted to be between them. Lisa walked up to the counter and started pouring whiskey in the cups. The next thing Jace knew, he was standing directly behind her and his hands were going around her waist. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. Everything was moving in slow motion, and it was like he was not in control of his own body. Jace’s hands. I smiled at them and excused myself, slowly going upstairs…When I entered the second room, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Just a couple minutes later, my beloved hubby came in.I smiled at him and Victor sat down close by me.I stood up and straddled his lap, making sure to grind my bare pussy against his semi hard cock. I whisper in Victor’s ear:“Fuck me…” and closed my eyes, as his hands lifted my skirt, revealing the red garter and stockings…Victor felt my wet pussy lips sliding. He was kept waiting for a week until he was asked to drop in. The Mr Hernandes who finally invited him to come round to see him was a fat and perspiring man who looked like a heart attack in waiting to the ever athletic and fit George."I am sorry, Mr Griffiths. I have the record of your sister's trial. The evidence was only photographic. Here is the incriminating photo taken by a security camera."George looked closely at it. That was never Lisa! Never in a million years!"That is not my sister,.