She then spread her sari on the ground and we held each other and lay down on it. Our pubes were grinding together with lust. I told her to remove her...panties, so that I can feel her flesh through her cotton petticoat. I was all the while stroking her here and there. I could not get enough of this woman. I wanted to have all of her. I was feeling her hair at one time and then going to her arse and then feeling her fleshy hips. I felt mad with lust. I then pulled off her jacket and bra and freed. Evidently, Jamie was shocked also, either that was just being playful.“AHHHHHHH, Ashley! I can’t believe you would say that. Bad.” She said as she jokingly slapped Ashley’s behind like she was spanking her. I was thinking of earlier and how much I wanted to feel her ass. As Ashley continued to speak I knew I’d have my opportunity. “Say what? Fucking? I like saying Fucking. Fucking, Fucking, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. What you don’t like to say Fuck?” Ashley replied in a childishly cute tone. . He got into my head, my panties, and my bed. He was most welcome in all of those places. Inevitably he also found his way into my heart, and that protected him for a while. I believed what he said, and I just didn't see what he did.Long story short, I eventually came to my senses. I kicked him out of my bed, told him he could keep the panties, and to please take his lies with his sorry ass, and never come back.I tried to move on. I attempted to grieve. I got drunk and let a stranger fuck me,. “And I’m a lot sexier”, she continued. Another question, with the same answer, but which I expanded, for accuracy. “Jesus, you’re sexier than any woman I’ve ever been with and I’ve been with a lot of women.” “I make you cum a LOT”, she said proudly, to which I replied, following her train of comparative thought, “More than my wife, or any other woman, ever”. “And you love the way I smoke.” I hadn’t really fixed on that as an independent thought, though I knew it was one of the things that.