I stayed a week in my girlfriend's house and used to peek on them having sex. He once caught me watching him getting a blow job and never said anything. They both left for work early in the mourning and one day he came back and confronted me about it. When I told him I felt guilty he asked if I liked what I saw. What else could I do but tell him I couldn't resist the temptation. He said "Sherry would never know, stripped my clothes and fucked me on the kitchen table. We had sex on the kitchen table and told me my pussy tasted good. We spent the entire mourning eating each other out and told me the next day he would come early. I felt so guilty because I knew he meant having sex with me again. I gave myself to him again and three day latter I packed up and left. I was so worried about Sherry finding out about it and so relived when he called me on the phone and told me he knew how to keep a secret. He also told me to come back next summer.