“Gil, are you okay?”I looked at Jo and nodded. “I think so; I’m just tired from being in the hospital.” That was true enough that it served ...as a diversion from my thoughts.Jo stood and fussed over me, taking my bag from the foot of the bed, and checking that I’d taken my medications. I lay down, and set my phone alarm for early the next morning. Jo lay down on her own bed, and rolled to face me. “Good night, Gil.”“Good night, Jo.”The next morning, we were up and packed by eight AM. We ate a. After a little bit of a chat and a few drinks i notice that we are sitting closer than we had been and that you are stroking my arm and leg playfully. A bulge begins to form in my jeans which isn't noticable at first but then when you do you giggle and ask if i find you sexy. I answer obviously i do as you run your fingers on the tip of my bulge. You lean into me and i expect a kiss but you go straight for my ear and whisper that you are wearing no panties and were feeling a little turned on. We began to kiss very deeply. Our tounges entwined and we just couldn’t get enough of each other. The intensity of the moment was perhaps more than we had ever before experienced. I wanted everything and nothing. I wanted to continue thrusting into you, feeling the silky smooth grip that you had on me, contracting just a bit each time I withdrew from your embrace. I lifted your legs and put them on my shoulders because I knew how much you enjoyed that. I liked it too, because I could see. I put on my brave face and played dumb the remainder of the night, but when we got home I decided that I had to come clean about my fling with Anne. I couldn't very well confront her about Anne without confessing what I had done. Molly was sitting up in bed when I came into the bedroom. "Honey," I began. "I heard you and Anne talking in the kitchen tonight. I know you've been sleeping with her." The blood drained from her face when I said that. "Yes, I heard about your plans for Monday at.