Our legs were intertwined, so it was difficult for me to disentangle myself from him, especially as his cock was in the state of ‘Morning Woody’. ... moved slightly and his eyes opened, to look directly into my face, ‘You’re still squeezing me’, he said quietly, not in the least concerned his cock was deep inside me an my husband lay on the other side of the bed. He was right, I could feel my pussy squeeze him involuntarily and the ticklish feeling of his pubes hard against my pubic mound. ‘Your. I hadn't ordered a book. I looked at her curiously and she opened some random book while I gazed down her cleavage again. There was a slip of paper with her address and phone number on it. At the bottom, in brackets, it said "I'm single". I took it and said goodbye.When we did meet at her house, it was early evening. She could have changed, but I think she fully understood my fantasy fetish. She was still wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. It was a bit weird because my fantasy really. Can I get another hug now? She looks at me for a second and gives me a half grin."Sure you can have ONE hug."I stand up to embrace her and I put my hands on her fat ass. I squeeze her ass and rub her cheeks. She's giggling while I caress her lycra covered ass. I take a big risk and slide my hands under pants to discover she is wearing a thong and I squeeze her soft bare ass."I did not say you could do that but I guess what's done is done now."Her arms tighten around me and I slide my hands. Italian coffee. As I was sipping my coffee, I knew that I had to tell her. Perhaps that evening. I had to tell her that I really really liked her. I couldn?t keep it all inside anymore.My real fear was rejection. I had to tell her. I could even use her own arguments against her. If guys gave her problems then perhaps she should give women a try. Or a woman. I finished my coffee and started cleaning up the place my place wasn?t so dirty but I was trying to please her. My apartment had a living.