Again, for all my claims later that we “just fell in love,” the simple fact was that I kept making the decision to meet with James. I knew it was ...rong and I wasn’t a passenger along for the ride, I was an active participant.I had been teetering on the edge for weeks. James was increasing the pressure on me to go further, and I finally gave in, offering no further resistance as James brought me to his apartment. As we left a trail of clothes from the door to the bedroom, I was momentarily. His cock never softened, never wavered. This was considered the equivalent of the sexual Olympics for her, whose sessions with her husband usually only last five minutes from beginning to end. When he finally pulled out from her, she thought that he was done, but he just flipped her over so that she was lying back on his desk, so that he could plunge into her again. He played with her tits: squeezing and massaging them, then rolling her nipples between his fingers. She had had countless. Then she sat back on me, and with one lift and drop of her hips, my cock glided easily into her, like an invited guest.Now it really began. Now, all my doubts and misgivings suddenly vanished and pure, raw desire took over. I heaved my hips up as she pressed down, and my cock drove up to the very hilt in the warm, dripping creaminess of her. My hands first cupped each of her exquisitely shaped, small breasts, fondling each one, then I took one jutting dark nipple between my fingers and thumb. . . I didn't realize . . . oh, crap." She dropped the crutches to the floor and leaned against the wall. "Shit." "It's not that bad," she heard him say around a chuckle. "I used to argue with my parents all the time." Ryan looked at the floor, lost for words. She wanted to curl up on the couch and be mortified in private. Later, when she felt up to it, she'd hammer out some awful song on the keyboard to get it out of her system. After that, she could go back to more productive music. In a few.