I could feel my cock stiffening, until she applied pressure on my hand and the pain brought me back to reality.When I was 17 Mrs. Michaels and her hus...band got divorced. There were a lot of stories going around the neighborhood about why they got divorced. Some people said that she cheated on him with a coworker. The children stayed with her during the week, and with their father on the weekends. So often I was asked to look after her kids on week days when she had to work late or if she would. " What! But that's a WHOLE week away! Carol and I are going to lose two whole weekends; those are prime shopping days!" Who's the Lord?" I said I'd die to protect you, but I never said anything about giving up shopping! That's asking too much, haha. Seriously? No shopping AT ALL, not even for clothes suitable for a wedding anniversary night out?" Not even for a new handkerchief. I'm being fair though; the same restriction is going to apply to Carol too, haha. To be totally fair, I'll even apply. "Spread your legs further apart," he ordered as his eyes glittered down at me. I obliged and then his strong hand slid between my legs again and I had to hold onto him for balance. I looked over his shoulder and saw our reflection in the mirror. My dress was bunched up at my waist and my legs were spread wide apart while his hand began driving me wild. I closed my eyes when his finger ran down my slit and up to the hard little button that needed attention. He circled it then pinched it lightly.. The friendship bloomed fast and soon innocent conversations had turned into flirty exchanges. I had been careful and upfront about my relationship status, unwilling to be unfaithful, despite my intimacy deprived partnership. However, carnal need and burning desire coursed through my veins. It was the ache of absence, of not knowing how much I craved to be craved until it wasn't happening anymore. My own fingers and toys could only sate me for so long. I needed flesh.I needed to feel his hot.