Detention in Miss Malone's office was boring. She did paperwork while I sat making believe I needed to study. I was about to ask her if I could play t...e piano while I waited when she took off her sweater. Her baggy clothes hid her slimness and the fact that her breasts were out of proportion with the rest of her. She got up to walk around and without the sweater to cover her hips I saw that she had more than the requisite bottom curves too."Would you like a soda?" she asked suddenly.The glasses. When you're pussy is getting fucked hard regularly, tight, crotch-hugging jeans are not what you want to wear! Fucking for 'only' an hour a day meant my pussy began to regain its normal pink tint instead of the angry red. Then Thanksgiving came. The Friday after was a school holiday but not a holiday for my husband. Jason was fondling me in front of the living room window as we watched Hubby's car back down our driveway. His car was still on our street as Jason bent me over a living room chair. Then he devoured the right breast and nipple as it now felt frozen. The ice reached her neck and she felt the ice water running down her neck, then he licked the wetness, biting her neck, sucking it, knowing that marks would be remain, long after he left. He kissed her not as gentle and tender as always, but rougher, probing the inside of her mouth with his tongue, rubbing his hips against her. Feeling his cock rubbing over her pussy, and her not being able to put him inside her, made her ache. That didn't sound unreasonable. If I got into something that was over my head, I would just get the hell out. "Okay, let's do it," I replied.We drove over to David's apartment which was not far from the bar. A good thing with all the beers I had already consumed. We pulled up in front of his apartment and David exited his car smiling at me. "Thanks for coming. Our apartment is on the second floor." We walked up a couple of flights as I felt David's hand rub across my back every time we turned a.