For instance, when you’re talking with an attractive woman you don’t know very well, there’s always an undercurrent going on. You’re wondering... does she fuck? Will she fuck me? What do I have to do to get her to fuck me? Most men think that they’re masking those thoughts successfully, but they’re not, and girls can read them as soon as they’re old enough for the guy to start looking at their tits instead of their faces. From the moment you laid eyes on me, that’s what you’ve been thinking about. So now in the imprisoned position, I start rubbing her mound in circles, once slowly with gradual increased pressure bit faster, now I had no concern of anything I started rubbing it harder with her whole body shaking. Suddenly she said I am cumming slow down. I felt her going stiff with legs extending, my hand was wet and mildly sticky. I took the other hand and started cupping her breast. Now I could feel the lady moving her breasts in upper word and downward movement. She said, I want to do. As I started to feel myself coming, I put my left hand back on my bottom and pushed its index finger into my arsehole. This was enough to bring me over the edge and Anne too as I described to her what I was doing.As my orgasm came and then subsided, Anne spoke again, "Now wasn't that fun Mary? Did you like the risk of being caught?"I admitted to her that the thrill of my husband catching me was fantastic and frightening at the same time. How would I explain to him why I was stood in the kitchen. The tight dress held. I turned around still bent over and noticed that my white panties were visible from behind. I needed to change my panties.I looked for a red pair but remembered that I had thrown them out. I was reluctant to go out without panties but my sexy mood finally drove away my reluctance. I would have to avoid sitting down. My hair wasn't in bad shape. I usually wore it long a strait. I teased it a little on top and sprayed it giving it a full look. I quickly put my makeup on, a.