"I see where you're going with this." Jerome kissed me again our tongues were wrestling I felt my panties sliding down my thighs. I knew it was wrong ...I am married. I was pissed at Jerome for calling me a whore. It just felt so right sinking to my knees and falling on my back for Jerome, he never stopped kissing me.I was again on my back clad only in garter belt, stockings, and fuck me shoes. Jerome was kissing me with a passion that did not exist in my husband. I felt his cock slapping my pussy. . My eyes were looking them only and she found that out and said go and do the work in angry.. Then I walk off.. I thought she might be angry so I didnt go her that day, next day she only call me to the cabin to check the status of the work this day she was wearing a tight t shirt and jeans so my eyes was looking at boobs again.. She said to get out in angry again, so I left the office and went home.. I was scared that I might lose the job.. So I sent her whats app text asking for sorry. She. That was all that I could figure.Our friendship took a strong and drastic turn the spring of our last year in high school.Richard and I had skipped school, as per our usual practise. We'd gone to his place and we spent the morning shooting at birds with his BB gun rifle. It so happened that his parents and his sister were gone for four days. I don't remember why, but they were gone.Richard, as he usually did when he had some new idea for me to think about, got me a beer, and we were in his bed. Several times Brandy had to take her flashlight out to look at the map. Even then, she had stumbled into a dead end where a cocooned corpse was moaning its automated message. She caught her breath and continued on.This is the kind of thing the blonde craved. Not knowing what was around each corner or what that low humming noise was that seemed to vibrate through the maze. Several times she thought she heard a rustling in the stalks, but when she stopped, it seemed to stop to. With every step,.