...Over the past 5 years, Mistress and sissy have kept up with each otherjust enough to know that they both still had major feelings about eachother a...nd also major regrets about how things had ended up, however bothof them have kept their real feelings and emotions hidden so as toinsure that they didn't end up hurt again. On their un-occasionalmeetings they discussed being back together again, but both of them wereunwilling to take a chance and try again.Mistress always chided me for not being. Of course it did bother me that my husband George was unwilling to join me in Florida for the summer. He insisted on teaching his summer classes at the university. I understood and appreciated his academic ambition but I also knew he was unwilling to give up spending time in bed with Mary and James. Since most boundaries of sex had long disappeared I was not shocked to see what I saw through the sexual haze of one of our wilder evenings. But there it was, George and James in a sixty-nine. He playfully slapped my butt, “Shower?”I grumbled and crawled out of bed after him.He had taken the towel with him. He had stopped by the loo, so I got the shower going, and then I swapped places with him. I brought clean towels with me when I came back. Then I happily got into the shower with him.He happily washed me again and kissed me several times just for the hell of it. He was one happy bloke. I found him a new toothbrush from a multi-pack and an old can of deodorant he said would do. He. I let her rabbit on about how much she felt love was always going to elude her while I considered what to wear for my meeting with Jonah.I decided halfway through dessert that I was going to treat myself to a new outfit of the sexual nature. I also figured I needed my hair and my nails fixing, so the sooner I got rid of Cassandra the better.You see, for me, the preparation for a fuck is the best part, but as I kissed Cassandra on each cheek and bade her goodbye, I realised that I needed to know.