I started stroking your dick with both my hands, and sucking on your balls with my mouth. I moved my body back toward your face more but not enough I... couldnt keep sucking you. I could feel your breath on my pussy and I was getting even wetter. It was as if you were teasing me, I waited to feel your mouth on me. Finally, I felt your tongue flick my clit. I moved the first time, it had sent shock waves through my body. I got back into position. You started licking and sucking on my clit. My. When I first saw him I was like, “who is that?!” I can still remember what he was wearing, a yellow cut off t-shirt, basketball shorts and work boots.“Damn, that’s manual labor, working ass man.”Then I walked by him and smelled him. It set my insides on fire. Eventually, we exchanged numbers.The first time we kissed, he'd texted me while I was at work and told me he had me a ‘surprise.’ I met him outside, he reached his hand in his pocket and reached his hand out. When I went to take this. Hank Kimball was dressed in his typical white hat, tan suede coat, gray uniform shirt. And gray uniform skirt. With nylons. "Mr. Kimball! Why are you dressed like that!?!" "At least I'm wearing a dress... well, actually it's a skirt... a dress is a skirt with sleeves. Unless it's low cut, of course." He leaned closer. "You should see the gown I own. That's low cut." But then he straightened up, "But it's got spaghetti straps! Not that they're made out of spaghetti, mind you. Unless you cook. With that incident, our whole life took a U-turn. Now I used to kiss her, hold her and do everything that a loving husband must do to their wife without fear of getting caught. Her daughter always smiled, watching me flirt with her mom or kiss her, even sometimes playfully smacking her ass.Whenever there was a holiday, I used to sleep with my teacher in her room. We used to make love to each other. My life was set – a beautiful wife, a loving daughter, and my love for them. What more did I.