They discuss events

Mr. Fraser gave a last deep thrust, grunting as he emptied himself into her, his mouth devouring hers, his breath hot and delicious. They clung to each other, panting and kissing, his cock slowly softening inside her.

"Oh God that was good," he moaned breathlessly, kissing her again. "We...we shouldn't have...but I..I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry Brenda."

"Don't be. I wanted it," she murmured, "I wanted to make you feel better, you seemed so sad. I wanted cheer you up. I loved it. I came so hard. It was so good."

"We can't...can't let this happen again," he said quietly, stepping back from her and picking up her discarded clothes. He handed them to her with a shamefaced look, biting his lip as if seeking words to say.

"If that's what you want," she answered quietly, slowly pulling on her panties, then tugging her wet shorts up after them.

"It's not that...I...I'm married...and so much older than you. You deserve better," he pulled out his wallet and fumbled some bills out of it, pressing them into her hand. "Take this...please...it's the least I can do...I'm sorry...I'm very sorry Brenda."

"It's ok Mr. Fraser," she replied softly standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. "You made me feel so good, so much better than any boy. Thank you."

"You're very sweet Brenda, you deserve better."

"I liked what I got Mr. Fraser," she said shyly. "I like how you made me feel." She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face. "I'd like to do it again. Soon, sir."

He looked at her for a long moment then turned to look at the weather.

"The rain is letting up," he said. "I better get you home."