She was married to a dumbass former jock who had left his popularity behind in high school and tried to replace it with cheap booze and cheaper hooker.... I'd been fucking her on and off for a couple of months, following a chance meeting in my local branch of Starbucks and a long, hot afternoon of passionate sex in my apartment. Since that first "date", we had met up at least once a week for a session of hot, illicit sex - sex which I found not only exciting, but dangerously addictive.This. Tim handed her the extra t-shirt he had brought in thehopes that the previous night had gone as well as he had planned."There's a lot of food here." Well, of course." Tim said, cutting into the breading of the steak.Bobbie helped herself to a biscuit and some of the gravy laden withsausage chunks. She savored the scent of sage and applewood, buttermilkand..."What's under that one?" Mmmm," Tim said, setting down his fork. The last cloche came up.It was a cinnamon roll and a croissant. Filled. Without a thought I just kicked them aside. My panties were black tiny things, made to enhance not hide. He left my panties in place but pulled them aside as he toyed with my pussy lips and my clit. I was going a little more crazy every minute. I was so hot... so ready... so eager to be fucked by this young man I had met not 15 minutes before. Nothing else mattered to me but getting his cock in me.He leaned me over the back of the couch. I knew what to expect and spread my feet apart to open up. I just bruised my wrist a little’ She drew her knees up to her chest, getting ready to stand up. Then she realized that her left shoe was missing. Her eyes darkened, and her lips pouted childishly. ‘I’ll bring it right away,’ he said and looked around. ‘Thanks.’ She nodded, and then wiggled her toes impatiently. The shoe was lying on its side, about twenty feet up the stairs. He took it up, then checked if the heel was broken. It wasn’t. The insole was still carrying the heat of her foot,.