I smirked at him, and before we left I told him I needed to grab my purse from my room. I started walking towards the stairs in my house, walking as ...slowly as I could, wiggling my ass from side to side so he could get a taste of what I desperately wanted to give to him.We left my house in a bit of a hurry, convincing him to take the alleyways every chance I had, because I couldn't get my mind off of him deep inside me. Whenever we took the alleyways I would shove him up against the walls,. So I just messaged her one day“I so bad that I miss you so much always but unable to talk to you mist of the time is even more bad and FB chat is crap, why don’t you give me your number so we can chat more frequently”The long wait started again with my heart pumping. I kept waiting every time my phone vibrated I was on my toes. Finally after few hrs she directly sent me her number and I was like wohhooo that was easy (I knew what all I had been through). So finally after some time I messaged. "Why? Why are you doing this?" I can't help but ask, stalling for time to think of a way out of this mess.She lies beside me and says, "I need this. I want this. And I can't find enough men who will let me. So, I look for married men to ... umm, well, entice into submitting to me." How did you know I was married?" You have a tan line where your wedding ring usually sits. A benefit of living in sunny Florida." You have had your fun, now let me go home. You are NOT going to fuck my ass with that. Give me a couple of minutes.” She went to her own bedroom and came back in what probably was improvised, but with a couple of negligees over a little nightie, and dark gartered hose. She turned on some music and began a stripping dance, which we vaguely remembered from a movie of Mata Hari. After she started flaring the second negligee, she scolded, “Why the fuck isn’t you playing with yourself? This time, let it spray and I’m going to lick it off. Think of that as practice for when the Others.