"I was a little drunk--and she screwed me." Hank got to me, too," she confessed, holding her breath, fearful of male denunciation growing from injured... ego. She almost screamed at him to say something, he was so silent for so long.Finally, Phil turned and winked solemnly, reassuringly. "I guess we're even on that score."Conversation was stalled for a minute as a nurse entered with a fresh pot of coffee and an extra cup, for Phil. "How about more coffee?" she smiled superfluously and was. We fucked other people. We fucked while other people watched. We talked to other people about our fucking. You name it. We were “sexual” as all hell.I always thought it was, in my mind, because Kelly was built for sex. Five-foot-two, blue eyes, dishwater-blonde hair that hung to her butt, 32-F boobs, long legs, short torso, and a cute little bubble butt. And on top of all of that, she was gorgeous and had a hell of a sexy smile. If I was near her, my cock was at least stirring. It was the depth. When she made love to her husband, the image of her son insisted on finding a way into her head. When she hugged Jason before sending him off to school, she found herself gripping him tighter and holding him longer, mashing her breasts into his chest and burying her head into the cook of his neck. At some point she moved from a motherly peck on the check to a lingering kiss on the lips. Not too lingering, though. She didn't dare arouse suspicion. When he was away at school she'd sometimes sit. The nurse took hertemperature, blood pressure, heart rate and even weighed her.Everything seemed normal except for her weight. She had added a poundsince her last visit. The nurse told her that was nothing to worry about.It happens to everyone.The doctor finally came in. He was an older gentleman with gray hair atthe temples. His glasses sat on his face but they did not hide he browneyes. Looking at her chart, he asked "What seems to be the trouble?" Well Doctor, every morning I wake up feeling.