I can't help how I feel Marcus." Before I could do anything she quickly started kissing me passionately. It was wrong that she was kissing me because ...he's married but it's her choice, not mines. She pulls away for a second blushing. "you shouldn't have kissed me, sweetie. You're a married woman you can get in a lot of trouble for this. I know baby and I don't care. I've been thinking about sex with you for weeks and I'm tired of waiting. My husband isn't satisfying me anymore and honestly he. Grabbing a foot he takes the toe of a shoe in his mouth and sucks hard; I giggle then moan in simulated ecstasy. The shoe is removed and now there is no simulation as I adore it when my toes are sucked, and I moan. The piercing blue eyes stare into mine then, to my relief they crinkle up into a smile. I am instructed by hand movements to get off the bed and stand before him. He walks around me patting and prodding and thankfully grunting with approval. From behind his rough hands grab at my. By the time I was in my mid-20’s, though, it had become easy for me to ignore it – to pretend I didn’t even notice.But Chris’s earnest gaze caused all sorts of physical sensations and led me to rethink just what it was that he was seeing. So I ran through it in my mind: a woman who is 5’10” tall, with blonde hair and green eyes, slender except for my bust, which is 38DD, proportionately long in the legs. I was proud of my legs, and tended to think of them as my best features. They are. OoOoo I raced from the bathroom to the living room with my pink bathrobe hastily tied. My curiosity got the better of me. I checked my caller ID to see who was calling me before I answered it. 'Hmmm,' I thought, 'the unknown caller is showing up.' I couldn’t decide whether I should just let the phone ring or answer it. The decision wasn’t hard to make. My inquisitive nature won out over my paranoid mind.“Hello!” I said suspiciously. “Well, hello there, angel,” said a soft husky male voice. .