Late at 11 I left and while going I went she said why you going so late but as I did not tell my mom so i will go but stay the next day. Next day, aft...r having dinner and we were watching TV lying on bed. I was trembling inside. She was commenting something on TV prog but my mind was fully disturbed. I decided to go open. To be frank at that point of time, i was not sure whether it was sex or love but I thought i should make her understand my feeling for her. I slowly turned toward her and said. On our third date, a Friday night, Alex subtly hinted that intercourse would likely cap off our evening. I got the message and was feverishly in rut by the time we got to her apartment after dinner and a movie. Drawing on my vast experience obtained with a half dozen hookers, I began to paw at her body seconds after shutting her front door. ‘Not so fast, sailor!’ she admonished, pushing me away and straightening her blouse. Time is money to a hooker so it never occurred to me that sex should be. But as I was driving my mates it was never going to go far that night. We said our goodbyes and I had no idea if I would see him again, My girlfriends had me on as we drove home, saying they bet I would rather be riding Jack than driving them home. Trying to play it cool I just smiled and said maybe.Over the next few weeks I thought of him a bit, but didn’t get the chance to see him for 4 weeks. A friend and I drove back to the pub, and he was there again. It wasn’t long before we were talking. Things had already gone too far, it was too late to stop now. Richard pulled Beth up off her elbows and made her sit up on her knees. He then untied her top and yanked it off. All four men stopped what they were doing to stare at this married, white woman's pendulous breasts. My wife's areoles are huge and her nipples were more swollen than I had ever seen them. Beth started breathing heavier, as Richard and Seth caressed her engorged melons. I was practically breathless, at the sight of my 40.