I panicked. There's no other word for it. Never had I regretted anything more than not having confessed what I'd done to Bob when I had the chance.And...now, what? I went about by daily errands like a zombie. Picking up the clothes from the cleaners, doing the weekly shopping, gassing up the car – all on autopilot.I fixed a light dinner for Bob and myself, topping it off with an expensive bottle of red wine.We sat down to eat at seven sharp. On my third glass of wine (the last of the bottle) I. I kissed her hard as my cock penetrated her. We were both ready as I slowly slid in and out at first to try and make it last, each thrust forward going in hard and up to the hilt. “Make me cum again” she said and slapped her hands on my buttocks, now with each thrust I ground my groin into her groin, her wet cunt, squeezing my cock as she tightly wrapped her legs around my back, this was too much for me, "I'm going to cum soon I whispered but was lost in a growl, Janet let go and hit the. Poking in just the head then moving the head around your clit which is again, now very sensitive and hard. I pull you to me and kiss you hard as I move my hand down your back and push your hips down on me as I thrust myself deep into you. You moan as best as you can as you kiss me back hard. Your head tingles and you feel almost dizzy feeling me thrust hard and deep into you. You push yourself harder and harder down on me going faster now. I suck and bite on your lower neck then move down to. Perhaps it was a mixture of memory, thinking back to my first sexual feelings, and the warming rays of the sun, but I was decidedly starting to feel fruity, I knew I was 'Wetting', the sexually charged atmosphere, my exhibitionism and dirty talk, the teasing was all to much, a lot has changed in the six years since that night, I have become a more rounded girl, hips and breasts, not to mention my nipples, jutting out in front like beacons, warning males they needed attention, 'Do you remember.