This was playing true now in a reverse role as Sherry seemed to not forgive or forget her affair leading her into a world now of what may be construed... as self punishment along with trying to make up for it.When Sherry returned home we both found it exciting, sexually, that she had been with another man and things sense have built from there. I guess one thing led to another and with time I myself began to play on her guilt with asking her to do more brave things in our sex life.The long and. I found a change in bed, though. In a very short time she didn’t just lay there frozen and take whatever I chose to do with her. She slowly became a participant. A very willing participant. Life was getting better. During the daytime we had lessons- she in English, me in Mandarin. I still remember a few words today, even after all this time. In a short time, we were making love and enjoying it very much each evening. It was quiet, gentle, slow and deeply felt. Oh god, it was wonderful.. Cooper (my fiancé) came back to the room with me and while I was exhausted, I wasn’t tired. I asked Coop to unzip my dress and I swept my hair to the side so it wouldn’t get stuck. As he unzipped my dress, I felt his lips against my neck. They moved down to my shoulders and I just couldn’t think straight. The way he kisses my neck…it makes me stop thinking. He knows that and yet here we were. As my dress fell to the floor, his hands slid across my stomach. I put my hands on his as he started. ” She laughed. Both my sister and I took it as a joke, and we also laughed with her.But that dialogue of hers somehow got stuck in my mind. Whenever I used to see her, I used to think she must be wanting a good fuck. To describe her, she is a 27-year-old, 5’5″ tall, with black hair up to her upper back. Her figure is 34-28-36 with good round boobs and a bubble butt.I used to consider Vartika as my sister and never looked at her in that way. We both used to get along nicely. Whenever we used to.