Luckily both having a sense of humour should allow us to work through any post coitus awkwardness.We work together although different departments and ...e hardly ever see each other but text frequently. There have been many stories written in the past and this, though not really a story is again written with her encouragement and mostly for her, but please enjoy and comment.I do blame her, it really is all her fault, had I not met her I would no doubt still be happy in my non sexual marriage not. "I don't think I can talk to you. I can't talk to you right now." Mike?"A pause while he tried to formulate sentences. "I'm going to stay somewhere else. Please don't try to see me." Still another pause. "I'll come get my things when you're not here."He wiped his eyes and brushed past her and out the door. He saw her in the doorway, heard her calling, "Michael, please don't go. Please! I'm sorry!" as he backed down the driveway. He almost stopped. He had to press on or he couldn't do it.Part 3:. She justignored them and kept walking. When she got to the park there were ridesand a concert going on. She walked over to where there was music and stood there for a whilewatch La India singing on stage. While she was watching the concert a guydressed in a long black T, baggy blue jeans with a faded and stitched design,yellow Timberland boots with his name on the side, smelling like the Isseymiyakecolon, and a yellow and black fitted had came up behind her. Her wrap hisarms around her waste. After a few attempts, I was able to enter her. She stood up and said that I am being nervous. To which I replied that she is very tight.In a lustful voice, she replied, “What to do if I am?” to which I replied, “It’s good, let’s try again.” It wasn’t just me who was horny at the moment. I could hear her panting, her moaning, her requests to fuck me. I tried again, I couldn’t and asked her to help me put it in.But despite both our attempts it will not go into her ass. So she took some more spit.