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I rationalized that the love that Bill and I had for each other was solid and our sexual relations were based on love. Oh, my God, would Sam know Jerome and I were going to have sex? Bill was just getting into bed when I walked in the bedroom. I went to work, again dressed seductively with the intent to have my lunch break in the park again. Jerome was right, I was his married white whore, I belonged to him and his brother. That night when Bill got home, I told him that I had joined a ladies book club and we would meet Thursday night. Bill made fabulous love to me, as usual. Bill made fabulous love to me, as usual. I felt his cock hardening just above my pussy.
