*WB - You will disagree after reading this*

*Takes a deep breath*

Dear Father,
Forgive me for I have sinned. It has been 2 weeks since my last confession. I have lived by the moral that it's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't done. I now think this is an immoral rule to live by.

My man (AJS) was raised by his Grandpa as his own parents were not very loving. I got on very well with Grandpa and he was a beautiful, charming man and he always told AJS to look after me or he would 'skelt him waan'. Grandpa passed over after suffering a long series of illnesses. He has a large family - all of whom are very devoted to each other - very Scottish. Grandpa's funeral was on the 2nd of August - Church (Kirk) of Scotland - Protestant - heartbreaking and unbearable. At the wake, next to the church, which started at noon, we all toast Grandpa with many malt whiskies, some went home after a few hours, others did not. About 6pm, the few of us that remained were quite drunk. It hadn't escaped my attention that AJS's Uncle James, who I had only met once before, was paying a lot of attention to me - I was doing the same back. Uncle James started stroking my legs under the table while we were all sat around talking - I admit, it felt good ...he snaked his hands up my calves under my dress and across my thighs...I then pushed my chair forward and opened my legs, placed my hand on his and led him to my pussy. I don't wear panties unless I have to. I was soaking wet and with each stroke, I felt myself getting more and more horny. AJS and Uncle James's wife and son were sitting opposite us but I didn't want him to stop. I have no idea why, especially as we had buried Uncle James's Father that morning. *wonders why she can't write in a more consise manner*Uncle James continued to finger fuck me under the table while we both attempted to continue normal conversations with the rest of the mourners. As smoking is banned in Scotland, we had to go outside for a cigarette. Once outside, I saw how stunning this 65 year old uncle in law of mine looked even more - and his sparkling blue eyes. He told me to take a walk with him - knowing his intentions, I agreed..... Basically, I stopped by the church, took him inside and knowing the minister had left (small communities in rural Scotland), he kissed me ... something took over and we ended up having very hard and rough sex. He is a natural Dom (it seems all AJS's family are) and I didn't need to ask for anything apart from no marks on my skin. At no point did I think of my man, the fact that Uncle James's Father had died or that we were in a church. While he had his hands firmly gripped around my neck and was forcefully fucking me, his nephew walked in and asked 'what the fuck is going on?' - then it occured to me it looked like he was assaulting me. He was told to leave by both of us and I jumped up and did my usual thing of running away - hard to do when you're in the middle of nowhere. While trying to run away - AJS ran up to me and asked where me and Uncle James had been for the last hour. I couldn't lie and I couldn't tell the truth. I just said 'I can't lie to you' and kept walking. Many other things happened after that but that is the source of the problem. I had to finish with AJS because I have committed the ultimate sin and I can't ever tell him the truth as this would cause friction in a very close-knit family. I have no intention of being with a man after being unfaithful - I never thought I could be. I have told no one about this. So forgive me and I will accept my punishment.
Asia
*with regret*

On a scale on 1-to-10, that's an 11