When he stopped the fondling long enough to discard her bra, she sighed softly. He leaned her back and went to her breasts with his mouth, going from ...one to the other. Even though his head blocked Susan's view of the actual contact, Debbie's enjoyment was obvious as her mouth opened slightly and her eyes closed while she emitted little sounds. Her arms went around his neck when he alternated between her breasts and her lips, burying his mouth in her neck at times.His mouth never left her when. ”“I do! That’s why I wanted you one more time tonight. But I can’t do it anymore.”“What are you saying? Why?...”“My husband’s coming home!” she blurted.“Your husband? You’re married? I thought you were divorced!”“That’s what I tell people. It’s easier that way, no questions about the reality.”“Reality…?”“He’s been in prison. I thought he’d be in a couple more years, but he’s getting out early. He’ll be here Wednesday, and he’ll be fucking me Wednesday night, so obviously I couldn’t be here. We fit. After several hours talking over coffee and watching the day go by through a plate glass window, we strolled around a nearby park, working off the caffeine. "If we play tennis, do I have to let you win?" she asked, biting her lip as we walked side-by-side, not quite touching. "You only have to let me win... when I choose the game." "New rules for me, Sir." "As I said, I'll be patient, up to a point. They are easy to follow. You will learn that there is more freedom within clearly. I whimpered, purposefully tightening around him and rolling my hips against his making him jolt in surprise and give a sharp thrust into me, my eyes rolled back while my teeth sunk into my lip and a rough moan vibrated in my throat, it felt so good even when Matt went back to the soft pace.“M-Matt~” I moaned in a whiney tone before my breath hitched and I moaned louder.My back arched off the bed while my lips were roughly covered by Matt’s and the bed creaked, he was thrusting harder into me.