If she were younger she would invite him in to wash up and maybe have some coffee. Before she realized it, Kate had offered Dillon that cup of coffee,... and he had accepted. He followed her into the house, admiring her sunny kitchen as she put on a pot of coffee and called her office. They sat at her little kitchen table and talked as the coffee brewed. He told her he was 30, not 27, and owned his own landscaping business, so she didn’t have to worry about making him late for anything. She told. I was happy with mutual sex relation and don’t want more. Hubby didn’t lose hope and succeeded to convince me that he can get the promotion by this fun. It was a big attraction for both of us so I agreed.Boss was an old man 50+ but well built and healthy man. We did swap/swing with them. His wife was too gorgeous, bright eyes and face, glowing cheeks and big ass and boobs. Hubby is very happy as he is fond of girls/ladies too much for sexual fun. We did fun with this couple 2-3 time then boss. .. good," I say in between kisses. "You left me to die. You didn't even check up on me. You didn't do anything. You just left," she accuses. I can see the hurt in her eyes and I feel horrible. "How can I show you how terrible I felt that day, Ella? What can I do to earn your trust again?" She stays silent and my inner demon roars out inside me, impatient. I ignore it and wait for her answer. But she only continues to stay quiet. She gets up off the bed and walk away from me. Her back. Wash up. Use box one last time. Fall asleep."Uh, Julia?" Yes, dear?" Uhh ... I'm worried. I've started bleeding, you know ... down there."Julia had come to replace more of my wardrobe. Gone were all my jeans, suits, and pants, replaced with skirts and dresses, mostly thigh length, some shorter (yikes) and some longer but mostly narrow and confining, some sweater sets, and a number of tight, clingy tops.My breasts had now grown to an 'A' cup, officially, and had a bit of heft to them. So I had.