On the last dance Erin and I were moving around on a slow number and I felt her moving me to a corner. When we were in a little alcove she stopped and...kissed me on the cheek.She pulled back a little and said, "Mike, I know how hard it is for you! Not a day goes by that I don't grieve for my husband. I want to be honest with you: I like being with you; I really enjoy your company and Cindy likes you a lot. I know you aren't ready for anything serious and I'm not either. Can we continue to see. After showering and changing, both teams headed for the bar, and as Istood getting my order, Jennie stepped into the gap alongside me, andasked me how I felt now. She chatted as if we were old friends, one ofher wonderful social skills. She called me Peter, and seemed to knowquite a lot about me. I offered her a drink, and we spent the rest of theevening in each others company. We found a common interest in jazz, andbefore the evening was out, strengthened by the beer I drank, I asked herif she. Such smooth skin I'd never felt before, my fingers danced delightfully higher and higher. I could sense the heat before I actually felt it, then I was there, my hand pressed against hers. Her hand was damp, and hot, and my fingers became entwined with hers.She kept murmuring "no, no, you can't," but never pushed me away.My fingers took over, I finally felt the fiery wetness, so slick to touch, her lips covered in dew. I traced along her crease, pressing inside her, coating my fingers in her. My cock is small by comparison, but I don't mind. After all, my wife's pleasure is certainly one of my motives for indulging in this new experience. Its girth is surely as much as Mara's cunt has ever been stretched with, and, observing its length, the fact that it's not bottoming out is no surprise. Beginning to fuck Mara's mouth again as I watch her get impaled by the monster over and over again, I feel as if I'm about to cum. Holding that tit firmly, I pump into her mouth, ready to explode,.