Back to bed

I stumbled back into the house, stopping to wash up in the guest bathroom. Then i made my way on back to bed, feelinh guilty about everything that had gone on with Amy.

I think it had become an addiction really. I no longer had the same boyhood crush on her I once had. I didnt want to marry her or go on dates with her. I just wanted to have freaky, kinky, secret sex with her any chance i had. It was wrong in so many ways, but just thinking about it was getting me hard again.