Chapter Fifteen
Much had changed since my return from Ronnie’s that fateful Sunday.
Not least the twin facts that I had conceded to Terry’s demands rather than have her leave me or, more to the point, removed from the house, and that my wife and Ronnie were no longer friends and interacted only as colleagues.
As I knelt between Terry’s legs and nuzzled my head into the apex of her thighs as per our nightly ritual after she had returned from work to shower and eat - this as she read the local newspaper would you believe! – I could still be amazed at how much my life had changed in more than six or seven weeks.
Even the prospect of placing my tongue where she pissed no longer filled me with the disgust I once felt for such an act and even the scent of her intimate places infused me with
