I grunted into her mouth. as she continued rubbing, smearing my pearly essence all over the inside of my shorts. Breaking the kiss, she asked gently, ...You feel better now?" A look of total embarrassment covered my face. "It's OK. I meant to do that." She added, smiling sweetly.Looking at the clock on the dashboard, I sat up and disentangled from her delectable body. "We need to get you home" I stammered. She sat up, sidled over and tucked in under my arm, taking my hand and cupping her breast. She’s about forty, blond hair, tits that were at least a c cup, and wore classy clothes that showed her body without looking trashy. And she’s married, and so am I. She seemed to be as high as I was and we were getting closer to each other, and I starting feeling the heat from her body. I know it was the booze that gave me the courage, bur I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back. It was a short kiss because other people were around us and we didn’t want them to notice and. I told her what happened and she convinced me to go out to the bar with her. We got wasted. At one point I was dancing with an attractive black guy named Marc and I had such a good buzz, I did nothing when he started to feel me up. Then we were grinding on the dance floor and I was getting wet. I felt his huge hard black dick rub against me and it sent shivers of delight through my body. I figured at this point that I should leave and looked around for my friend, Silvia. People at the bar said. However, there was more to the story than I was willing to tell just yet. The less info the better right now. But I did have to ask him what he thought about it. “I, I’m kind of confused about it. I mean, I like girls and love fucking girls and all, but what happened last night, was like…” His voice trailed off and I knew that being a horny 19-year-old at the prime of his sexual life was forcing him to think about the extreme pleasure he experienced, which overruled the pain and the idea of.