She was obviously scared to answer but I felt so relieved when she did. `I was… looking at your bra’s, I was wondering what size you were’ she r...plied, looking away. `Really?’ I asked. She nodded and looked at me. `Katie, are you… straight?’ she asked, feeling really unsure how to ask. `I don’t think so’ I replied, then asked hesitantly (thinking how she’d chosen to stay with me) `you?’. The look in her eyes answered my question and I knew now why she wanted to be with me alone. I felt I should. " He says looking at me. I climb on the truck bed and straddle his hips. He lifts my hips and I reach between us and guide his cock to my pussy and lower my hips onto him, pushing his hard hot cock inside me. I pause a few minutes as I get use to his size. After a few minutes, I lift my hips up and then back down again. I moan because being on top is always a direct line to my g-spot. "Oh fuck, you feel so good." I moan and I let my head fall back as I ride his cock. His hands move to my hips. She felt sorry for Red whenever the subject came up — which was often.“So what happened?” Red asked with an uncharacteristic gleam in her eye.Kat grinned at her, “Well, we were on the couch kissing. He’s a seriously good kisser. I was getting a little worked up knowing we were going to end up in bed. He felt so fucking good. His hands were on my girls and they felt really good too, even thru the bra. He knew I was getting turned on and then he kissed me on the neck, you know what that does to. I thought that my husband and I would really enjoy being empty-nesters. Boy, how wrong I was! He just worked longer hours, leaving home before I was out of bed in the morning and not getting home until dinnertime. And it was a dinnertime that had been pushed back later and later. I was frustrated and upset. I was even angry at times, but whenever I brought it up he just said that it was really busy at work and he was needed. I sometimes thought he might be having an affair. When I spoke to a.