I unknowingly might have licked my dry lips on seeing her. Did not want to be too awkward, so looked away and smiled at her. She smiled back.We ordere... dinner. Had a good chat watching TV. Later that night,Me: I noticed you were a bit sad when speaking about your hubby. Is everything ok?Geetika: Yes. It’s just a small fight – usual wife husband stuff.I did not want to interfere in their personal life. So did not continue asking more about it. We had a good chat until 1.30 am, and we slept in. I want your cum inside me."We kissed hard as I pounded her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and I was as deep as I could go inside her. I was working hard and sweating my ass off. She kept encouraging me to keep fucking her. After what seemed to be an hour she began to laugh but not in a funny way like really sexual even sounding like she was crying a little. Her legs got tighter around me and she had both hands on my ass her nails digging in. She started whispering in my ear " fuck me J. ” I got up and walked through the crowd towards the door getting sour looks from every guy that was within hearing distance of our conversation, but I didn't care, I wanted them all to know that they were useless in bed. I made it to my secret spot and got that feeling that I was being followed again, but looked around and didn't see anyone, so I went through my purse to get my keys. Just as I pulled them out, Harry (I don't know why I remembered his name) started walking up to me, dammit.. Even in college and having just a handful of good friends, with no boy friends at all, Robin worried about her seeming total disinterest in men and often wondered if she were maybe gay, and although she never showed it, she was always more interested in being with the girls. While her friend Joan had always k**ded her that she was sexually repressed and just needed a good lay, Robin would just laugh and give the old ‘when I meet the right guy I’ll know it’ line. This had gone on for four years.