She darted her tongue into my mouth, our tongues met. I placed my hands on her naked back and pressed her tightly to me. A sound “ahhh” escaped he...r mouth. I then moved my hands to her butts and pressed her to me. My dick still in her pussy. I gave a gentle push to her to slid on her side besides me. She raised her left thigh and placed it over my right thigh. Her left leg was now caressing my right calf. After some 5 minuets, I again gave her a push and made her lying on her back. I mounted her. She moved her arms so that the purple undergarment fell on the floor. Her beautifull nipples touched the cold air, and and as I massaged her breasts, she moved her chests around, along the movements of my hands "hmmmm … that’s it …" she moaned. I still couldn’t believe this moment was actually happening untill she made me feel it. Her hands scouted around my lower chest, playing with my pants. She then moved her hands to the middle of my pants,. Me? I’m not a sociopath and I’m not a mundane. I don’t know what in hell I am. I can spot sociopaths easily enough, and they know me when they see me. Well, they don’t know what I am specifically but they can tell that I am more like them than not. All it takes is for me to look in their eyes and for them to look into mine. It’s the predator’s gaze, I guess. I remember exactly when I discovered this ability of mine. I’ve always been somewhat of an adventurous lad, and sometimes my adventures. Then her phone went crazy with each of them trying to call her…over and over. She didn’t answer.She got a room but couldn’t sleep. And now there was nobody to talk to. Everyone she knew was someone that her husband and friend knew. Family, friends, and co-workers. I told her that her husband must be crazy…and didn’t know how anyone could do something like that to her. I told her that she deserved so much better. She told me that he was the only man she had ever been with and thought that she.