I hope you'll accept my sincerest apology for my rude behavior, and maybe we could go out for a drink sometime."Bob was laughing inside, and thought, ...Damn your good lady, but not tonight." Bob took a long look at the woman leaning over her car. He liked the way her clothing was now pulled tight against her body. He could see a hint of her white bra through her pink silk shirt, and he liked the way her tight skirt became tighter when she spread her feet, and conformed to every curve of her hips. To be shown any kindness or consideration by him was unimportant.Locked in the grasp of his hands, feeling the hard blunt head of his cock press against the tight entrance, a small cry had escaped from her lips. With him maintaining a steady pressure, her bottom had slowly yielded to his entry, each movement of his hips causing his cock to bury itself deeper.Continuing as he had begun, each thrust purposeful and deliberate without evidence of any gentleness, each of them causing his thick shaft. And then we heard the garage door opening. Crap! we both said in unison. Melissa rolled off of me, causing my penis to slide out of her. She looked over at me, white face a mask of terror. Hurry, you go in the bathroom. It takes longer for your pants and shirt because of the buttons. NOW! I scooped up my clothes and ran to the bathroom, realizing only once Id gotten in there that Id forgotten my underwear. Figuring that we were going to get busted anyway, I focused on getting dressed. The door. I didn't interrupt her. And then I noticed that she wasn't doing as well as me at holding back the tears. I didn't know if I should, like, go to her. It's not like we were friends, or anything. Not really. We'd hardly ever spoken, and she was always sort of glaring at me. When she wasn't glaring at Gary.But ... Moira would comfort her. Joanne would too. Jake would try. And Gary ... I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.Then I walked over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a.