It was an interesting half-year, to say the least. She often reminded me of the Helen Reddy song, “Angie Baby”.About a month into her stay she me...t me at the door and said in a voice loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “I want your sperm.” Shit, I couldn’t get the front door closed fast enough. She has NO filters. “You what?” I asked.“I’m craving male sperm. I need to suck you off.”Holy, fuck! She didn’t wait for me to agree; she just dropped to her knees in front of me, opened my jeans. I was in heaven while she rubbed my shoulders and neck with her soapy hands.I turned to face her, and we began the deepest, softest kissing on record, our hands running thru each other’s hair, intense tingles running all through my body as our slippery breasts mashed together. I began running my hands over her body with the soapy water, exploring every inch of her. Some areas more so than others. Her curvaceous butt cheeks were the prime target of my attention.We got out of the shower and dried. Mary never told Tom or Luke how she felt about Tom. “Taste.” Tom held a piece of bacon between his fingers. Mary held his hand steady and took a small bite. Her lips brushed his fingers tips.“MMm…really good, Tom. Thanks.” Mary leaned against the counter and watched Tom stir the eggs. His muscles flexed with the actions. She had helped him find all that he needed and asked if he was OK to finish while she showered and dressed.“Sure go ahead.” Tom’s shot Mary a smile and continued making. . a revenge of pent-up sexuality and of hurt, when she had accepted at face value the allegation that Jim had in some way-- for a reason as yet known only to him--bargained her chastity away with his boss. She vowed strongly that Jim would never know of her aberrant behavior; further she vowed that there would never be another episode, telling herself that it was the strange circumstances of the plane crash, the resultant close relationships and her need to do something for her husband that had.