We both just kept kissing each other, until I carried her to the bed. I removed her salwar. Her red lace bra came out. I then looked into her eyes. I ...new the convo happening, “Maybe we should do this Jake. But I love my husband. Still, he cheated on me.”My thoughts were like I want to know you more. I removed her bottom. I started to finger her pussy through her lace panties. She was embarrassed that I could tell from her eyes. I kissed her neck. I felt her big soft boobs on and then I removed. The look was somewhere betweenpixie and punk. I had on normal make-up. Well, if normal includeslipstick in a shade called Wild Watermelon, along with eyeshadow thatwas the closest match I could find to it . My top was loose, but not somuch that it hid the fact that I was wearing a bra with medium-sizedbreast forms in it. And the top was an animal print, zebra except thatit was red stripes on a light green background. My shorts were snug andended at the tops of my thighs. And the thin. My pussy heated up as the whip cream hit my clit and entered my folds. I moaned quietly as the he pulled the bottle away. I wanted more...I wanted Michael now but he stood up and walked out of the room leaving me to chill. The room was so cold I thought the whip cream was going to freeze on top of me. I had to get my mind off of things so I thought about the first time Michael and I had had sex. It had taken place in the bathroom located in the basement of a Fraternity house. Both of us were. Trisha held back more tears with a great deal of will."No ... he loved me with all his heart ... but ... I did something incredibly stupid and I hurt him so much that he couldn't stand the sight of me..."Trish hung her head and the tears came again.Allison was confused. This woman, her mother was the epitome of the professional woman, a woman who blasted through college in three years at the top of her class, was accepted to medical school at twenty-one, married her mentor Paul Ryan a brilliant.