She shook her head rapidly, chasing away the lingering sleep. She wanted to shower, but she didn't have time. First she had to fix breakfast for Bill ...and Judy. Her children - how could she face them now? How could she ever face her husband Hal again? She felt overcome by guilt. She had been unfaithful - she was no better than a whore. She struggled out of bed and slipped into her housecoat.She was amazed to find that her feelings of revulsion were not nearly as strong as she felt they should. “We're dying to know what we're doing next.”“Okay.” Belinda smiled. “We can only do part of mine because it technically didn't really happen the way I fantasize about it.” she opened. Marcella and I sat, intrigued as she went on. “It was one of those nights that we were partying at Chuck's house. We had all gone into the bathroom together like we did sometimes, only that time, SOMEBODY forgot to lock the door." she said, eye-balling me. "Anyway, we were all kinda goin' at it when Hillary. I could see her socks under her flip flops as I walked behind her, not sure why I was getting hard under my pants.We were living two houses apart as it was a small neighbourhood as we entered her house she asked me to be quiet as almost all were sleeping, I meekly shook my head in a Yes. She took me to her room which was quite disordered; clothes, shoes, books all over the place.I always thought my room is messier and smiled at what I should call this then. What are you smiling like a madman. Obviously, I could use the Metro, but an Uber is just so much more comfortable. Thankfully, I decided to save some money and use the Metro. It was almost midnight, and it seemed like the last train for the day. I got in a cabin, which was completely empty apart from me. The next station was when I first saw her. And my God what a fucking beauty. She was wearing a tight bode hugging sundress with black stilettos. Her make up was on point, with mascara done perfectly and blood red lipstick.