He was a slender man and he stood upright."What about Mrs. Johnson? Surely you've seen her naked?" I asked."Goodness gracious, no!" he replied. "She a...lways turns the light off when she goes to bed." What about when you make love? Surely you must see her naked then?" No miss! She wouldn't allow it. We always made love in the dark and we only ever did it in the one position - that was me on top of her, missionary style." He sighed a little and then added in a rather quieter voice, "And that only. She asked all the usual polite questions about where I lived and why I was transferring to Westgate Academy. I explained that my dad had high hopes for me, and wanted me to be in a good college prep program, even if it was across town.During our chat, my eyes kept being drawn to those long tan legs that seemed to peek further out of her skirt as the air blew on it. Better yet was the hint of two perky nipples poking through her halter. Her white sandals showed off her red painted toenails, and. She wanted to savor the feeling. She felt like a liberated woman embarking on a new life. Her thoughts drifted about how to find and choose her next man. Mark might be fun again, but a stranger would be better. Michael would help her choose him. She would wait for the right time. Michael would want sex soon. That would be the best time to find a stranger to fuck in front of Michael. She smiled at the prospect of humiliating her husband. He deserved it. She wanted him to feel the pain. Two. Well eventually we were on the dance floor together bumpin and grinding. I can tell she's pretty drunk and i ask her if she knew what she was doin. she said hell yeah i do! i say ok no regrets right! she said no. so we continue to dance until last call. she then asks me if i drove there i said yeah i did knowin whats comin next. she asks for a ride home which i am happy to do ccause i know somethin good will come out of it. we get to her house and sit on the couch still smokin and.