(i am happy btw)I asked seriously what you want she told only you.I went closer to her she closed her eyes. I kissed her on lips. We had a liplock tha...t lasted for 10mins. I released her and said it is not correct and was leaving from there. I went to open the door. She hugged me tightly from back.I didn’t move. That hug changed me completely, she was still hugging me more tightly. Her breast was making me go wild.I placed my hands on her and she released lightly. I turned towards her and kissed. After a quick shower, she had changed into some comfy clothes: white, soft cotton shorts, and a loose yellow short-sleeve top. Her eyes closed, she rolled her head around slowly, easing the little twists and knots that had wended into her neck and back during the long drive. She opened her eyes and scanned the room again. When she had first entered Room Nine, she was relieved that it was clean at least, since it was usually more miss than hit for places like this. It was dated and cheap to be. Of course Carl did not allow me to wear boxers so I had no choice but to drop my dirty shorts and walk quickly as Carl opened the door. They thought it was hilarious as Carl slapped my arse as I ran to my luggage. It took me a few minutes to find a pair of shorts that were clean and when I came out Carl and Adam were on the sofa drinking a bottle of beer each. It was a fucking sight I’ll never forget. My cock stiffened. Carl wearing tight white CKs with a gold waistband his cock bulging to get. I could never face my neighbours, knowing that they knew what I have done, and I could never risk my teaching career. I am sure I would not have a career; I am sure I wouldn't even have a job. Yet, I should love an outspoken, matter-of-fact psychologist like dr. Phil to tell me, what is wrong with me. Why I have changed so much. Of course I know the mechanics of it, I just don't understand myself.You see, up till three months ago I was your all-American typical housewife and mum. God, I was so.