Her pussy was shaved into a nice little tuft of black hair. Her prominent pussy lips were swollen and wet. My finger snaked down across her vagina’s...opening. She moaned and her hand clenched my thigh. I went up and down as I drove, then I penetrated her cunt with a finger. Her passage was sopping wet and tight. She tightened her muscles on my finger and groaned. I slid in and out. Her other hand rubbed at her clit and she groaned out loud. We drove to my apartment with the both of us rubbing. I am married with a kid and occasionally gets to stay alone when my family travels to hometown.I am working with a reputed IT company.I always believe that sex is just a physical and mental relaxation means, and never considered it as something sacred. And I know many others do think the same way. And I involve in extramarital affairs, mostly when my family is not around. Actually, time and opportunity don’t favor me otherwise. Let me not give more bhashan. Let’s start with what happened to. She moaned softly, her mouth hanging open in awe over my lips. I gently undid her pants and reached my hand down into her sexy thong to pleasure her some more. She gasped as a massaged her soaking twat for she had never been touched there directly by anyone else in her life. She pumped her hips faster and faster enjoying every minute of my thick finger between her straddling legs. I slowly sat up and rolled her onto her back. Easing off her jeans and thong I inched my open mouth closer and. "Hey," he said threateningly. "No stepping on my smooth lines. Cock-blocker."I laughed harder at the implication of the wisecrack than at the crack itself, which his mischievous little grin said he knew.The rest of our walk was more of the same. He kept me laughing pretty steadily, and while nothing completely pushes a breakup out of your mind two hours after it happens, at least I wasn't just dwelling on Michael. By the time we got back maybe twenty minutes later my mood was pretty good, and.