I took my time on his back and tried to make it as pleasurable as possible for him. I also pushed my bulge onto his ass through the towel. I lifted up... the towel a bit and gave him the ball tap that still I owed him. He quickly jumped up and laughed when he saw me in his jockstrap. He tackled me onto the bed and began to wrestle it off of me. I couldn’t overpower him, so we were soon both naked. He pinned my shoulders with his knees again, but this time he didn’t have the fabric of his jockstrap. After a few months we decided it was wrong and put a stop to it. Although hard cos she was amazing in bed we managed to stop fucking, Fast forward a few years and me and my wife are having problems in the bedroom department after giving birth s year ago she went off sex completely I tried my best to be faithful but after several months I ended up fucking a local slag I confessed to my wife and she was surprisingly understanding she got that we weren't having it and it must have been hard for. “Jeff?” she gasped, one hand going to cover her mouth as she stared into the face of a ghost.I smiled at her sadly and wished I could tell her that I was him. “No, Ma’am,” I said gently. “I’m Peter.” I came forward and was about to offer her my hand when she reacted.She reached up to touch my face with both hands, her fingers trembling as tears formed in her eyes. “You look so much like him,” she whispered, touching me tentatively as if worried that I wasn’t real and I’d fade away if pressed. The guy sat next to me gestured toward her groin and saying "well...you keep that area well looked after clearly! I mean its totally bald" A surge of anger and resentmend pulsed in me at my friend talking that way at my sister but also at her for letting him. She smiled clearly relieved that that is all they were laughing at, "oh yea" she said "well its nicer isnt it?!" this was met with more chuckles and nods of approval by all but me.For the first time since my friends took over, her eyes.