"Of course I meant it, I would not have said it otherwise."She stood and looked directly into my eyes, "Am I really yours? Do you really think I'm bea...utiful?"I was stunned. What the fuck is happening here? This woman should not be saying these things, no way, no shape, no HOW. My Momma didn't raise any stupid children. I may not be the brightest bulb in the box at times but I sure as hell know when I'm out of my depth, and I mean RIGHT NOW! She always told me to be as good as possible and when. The remaining guy makes his way behind Linda, telling her her ass needs his cock. He spits and licks her ass as it widens under his attention. He is now fingering her ass as Linda adds one of her fingers to his. He takes this as a sign Linda is ready for his cock and rubs his head against her welcoming hole. It is so intense for Linda that she lets the cock slip from her mouth to scream loudly, fuck that is so big. You want it don't you slut he says. Linda takes his cock in her hand and again. She, on the other hand, was quiet. Studiously quiet. With her head on my thigh, gazing intently at a very sensitive muscle. Gently running a finger up a vein.She felt me rise and smiled. But she never let her attention waiver.“Hey Old Man.”*“Hey Little Miss.”The vision, through the windows, revealed a fresh morning light. Time slipped by at a more normal pace, rather than the staggered ebb and flow it had the night before.I was watching her trace the wanderings of her fingertip, up and down my. " Her eyes did get a little moist when she moaned it's almost like you think I am cheating on you. Is that it?" she asked."From that point we entered into a discussion very like the one I overheard you and Harold having Kathryn. I did tell her I didn't think she was cheating but I used the word yet. Of course I told her I felt it was just a matter of time before one of us did something that would irreparably break the marriage if we didn't do something. We spent the rest of the weekend.