She sighed. Our lips met again. When we parted couple of minutes later, her frock was at her feet and my mouth was on her tits.She sighed and said, �...Let’s go to my place and be more comfortable.”Without releasing her tit, I touched her pussy with my palm. She was flooded with the liquid. She moaned and opened her legs. I pushed middle finger in her love passage up to first knuckle. Holding my thumb on her clit, I gave a rub to it. She shivered and gave out a low throaty moan, which reverberated. His chest looked powerful, his arms strong. His hair was black and cut short. He was graying at the temples. His face was ruggedly masculine and handsome.His most dominant feature was his eyes. They were large and deep set in large eyeholes, under thick, long black lashes and below heavy black eyebrows. Their color was a startling, deep, blue. They were compelling eyes, demanding eyes, eyes which might well be cruel. Those eyes could be soft and kind, too, as they were now.He sat on the couch. She looked me dead in the eye. "Have you ever done anything with another girl?"I blushed. I shook my head but pulled her closer to me as if to say I would. She responded by sliding a bare hand into my bikini bottoms and cupping my ass. I slid my hand over her bare back, holding her close. For a second I thought it was weird, it felt so right holding her like that, that I seemed to forget we were around other people.I decided that I would make the first real move and pressed my lips softly. He told me that I should do something, just not sure what. I asked him about a restraining order. He didn’t know anything about it at all. I called my friends and learned what to do. When I talked to John, he promised to go with me after he got off work tomorrow morning. After spending most of the morning at city hall with me, John drove me to my car and went home to sleep. He had been up for roughly 24 hours straight. I went home and waited for the police to arrive. I found my husband sleeping.