Christmas with them was as close to family as she had ever known. She had never known the man, who fathered her. The stark reality was that her prosti...tute mother had no idea, which of the dozens of regulars it was either. She remembered little of the drug-addicted shell of a woman that had once been her mother. Her only memories, if you could call them that, were of a string of foster homes and institutions that had cared for her physical if not emotional needs. It was not until she had finally. By this time she was way past tipsy. She excused herself to go to the restroom with a group of girls. One of them mentioned watching her flirting with a cute guy. Up to that point she thought it was just friendly conversation, but she began to think about him differently. Was he really flirting with her? Was she sending him signals? The more she thought about it the more she liked it. When she got back to the bar he had saved her a seat. Now they were sitting next to each other at the bar, but. After a couple of minutes of this I looked down and I could see pink panties sticking out of the back of his shorts. I was completely flummoxed. However, the reality was I starting to get pretty turned on. I was doing everything to not get my cock hard but it was fat and full. The contrast of his dark skin against the pink panties as his lean body rubbed against me was to much for me in my confused state. I told Thomas I was feeling a little woozy and excused myself. As I walked home with a. Finally, we broke the kiss. I looked at this lovely woman. “You are so fucking beautiful, but I should go now before this gets out of hand. I would never cheat on Cindy.”She stared at me and licked her lips. She backed up a step. “I know. I’m so horny, but I can’t do it either. She’s my friend. Thank you for escorting me home.” She looked away and then back, flushing a little. “And thank you for that kiss. It made me feel like a woman again.”I left and raced home to attack my wife. I told her.