You're going down," he jokingly told me. As I laid on the sofa, he touched my pussy and pulled down my panties. "Spread your legs, I wanna taste you,"... he said. I obliged. His warm tongue started to caress my clit and he inserted a finger. He massaged my pussy and sucked on my clit. Yes, I was having sex with a married man. Thoughts of him being married completely blurred out. I was euphoric. We were both in cloud nine.He lay on the floor and reached for my hand. By then, he had removed his. I had never before abandoned my abiological logic-seeking methodology and engaged in an 'emotional outburst.' How could I? I did not have any hormones to stimulate animal emotions. I immediately dumped huge portions of my non-linear logic routines to disk and set off a pair of mainframes, that were not otherwise in use, to track the path my response had taken. How was I able to reproduce, artificially, the emotional outburst that should have been an impossibility for me?I had been silent for a. I went to the men's room, and bumped into an attractive green eyed lady. Her eyes captivated me, and she had a confident, self assured aura that I found sensually stimulating. When I got back to the table, I pointed her out to Cedric and mentioned her seductive green eyes. He laughed and said, what's with you white guys? Legs, hips and mouth are what makes a woman hot. Well, her legs held her up, her ass was shapely and her mouth looked very kissable. She's probably with her husband, and I. She started to put her hands on his pants to undo them. He took both her hands in his and whispered that this wasn’t a private enough spot and she should wait. This almost killed him though because hi cock was just busting at the seam of his pants wanting to escape but he noticed the cab driver was watching them almost more than the road and Donald wanted to get to Sherry’s house in one piece so they could enjoy themselves. It wasn’t long before they reached the house, the cabbie was.