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Click hereThe rest of the morning went well and I gave my presentations with my inner thighs covered with my dried pussy dew and the antenna wire in the crack of my ass ever reminding me what had just happened.
After it was over, I reached up under my dress, tore the Velcro apart and pulled the transmitter and mic out and handed it to him. He asked me if I wanted to go for a drink or up to his room and I refused.
"I have had a wonderful time but I have to get home to my husband," I told him.
We shook hands and I left to catch my flight. It was a four-hour flight and it gave me time to figure out how I was going to make all of this up to my husband.
sometimes things happen on the road,,,you have to trust the process and let it be,,,,i would not want to know if it happened,,she should cary the guilt if there is any,,,if it was me on the road i would not tell if it happened to me and i would feel no guilt..
Good story, but if this was her first indiscretion, she's bound to have more.
She _avoids_ flying home with semen leaking out.
Also, cautious enough to be still on the Pill,
She could offer her husband a FMF threesome.
Because when you landed and were served, you found out he already knew and like the wonderful man he was, he had already moved your belongings back to your parents house and the server was also an UBER driver.