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Yet, they were together… Kissing… Caressing… Breathing the same air and she was completely caught up in the raw passion. He touched her waist.She had no idea that this day would turn out like this. She was returning from a normal day of work. In fact, everything was normal. Her life was boring. There was no excitement. Her husband was an Adonis. Unfortunately, he knew it. This 15-minute walk from the subway terminal to her apartment was more exciting than a Coney Island roller coaster. She did not know why he followed her; this mediocre man in his bright red power tie and white shirt. Everything seemed out of place. She thinks she meant to catch them off guard when he rounded the corner of the older style apartment building in her Brooklyn neighborhood. As if she would jump from between the two buildings and question him… that may have been her plan but she can’t remember. Instead, her lips met his and she kissed him. Shocked, she takes a moment to reflect on what she had done. Time. Then we met Dan and his family. Dan had one son and 3 daughters that showed great potential to grow to become beautiful young ladies. It started when Dan invited us to join a bible study at his house on Wednesday nights. We did not know him or his family very well so we decided to join them. We all hit it off. I knew early on that we would become close friends. My wife and I began going to their house on the weekends and staying the night in the guest bedroom. We became like part of the family. The girls all adored my wife and I, and we loved spending time with them. One night we were all lounging in the family living room watching a movie. The youngest daughter, Annie, came over and lay with me on the couch spooning me. I wasnt to sure how to react with my wife and the whole family in the room but when my wife and Dans wife noticed the both whispered to each other look how cute! So I relaxed and threw my arm over Annies waist. There was nothing sexual running through my mind and it.
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