Anderson leaned down and ran his tongue over her right breast. She moaned out as her sensitive nipples were being lashed by his tongue. “Mmmm, Mr. A...nderson,” Lauren moaned. “Please, call me Brian,” he said before switching over to Lauren’s left tit. With his other hand, Brian grabbed hold of Lauren’s shorts and started to pull them down. Lauren instinctively raised her hips, making it easier for him to pull her shorts down. Her shorts fell around her ankles, and she kicked them off as Brian. "Sure but not too early," I said smiling.When I awoke on Sunday it was noon. The one night I wanted to forget, I remembered most of. I especially remembered the young man who said I sucked cock better than his mother. I wondered if he was the mysterious bf. Either way I was not happy with the memories of my actions from the night before. Being able to remember might not be all good," I decided.Did I feel guilty about all the sucking and fucking from the night before, sure but that was part of. ’ ‘Ok, I understand how you feel, so let me ask a few questions. You game for it?’ I nodded yes. I was more than a little bit ticked about this all. ‘He’s been warm and helpful since you met him, right?’ I nodded yes. ‘You told him honestly that you were unattached when you arrived in Portland? He offered his help whenever he could. All the signs of a good person, right?’ ‘Yes, so how does that go to seducing me?’ ‘This was just the start. There are lots of good people out there. I’ve seen you. One letter, in particular, proved that.“Bert, my love. I have told my husband about us. I told him I would stay with him, always appearing to be his loyal wife. I told him I would love him forever, and, I will. But, I made it clear. When you want me, you can have me. He will have to live with that. I want you to fuck me, Bert. I want you to come fuck me in the big brass bed I share with my husband. Tie my arms to the railings and fuck me until I die. Hurry, Bert. I throb for you. Since he knows.