My apartment is a small apartment with just 12 flats, everyone in these flats are working people so no one stays in the apartment after 9 in the morni...g and comes back only by afternoon or evening. It was a Monday and as usual no one was in apartment, I had my exams from Tuesday so I had not gone to college. There is a lady named Gayithry (real name) who stays in my apartment 3rd floor. She is unmarried and stays alone. She is not working and stays in her house. I had spoken to her many times. I mean, I had 120 lbs of very nubile young woman sitting on my lap, I was also becoming very aware of several quite important things. Judging by the slightly squidgy right breast that Kathie was pressing against my left arm, Kathie was not wearing a bra under her rather fetching mohair sweater. Not only that, as my conscious mind was registering that, my unconscious self had redirected rather more blood than was good for the situation somewhere else. Kathie moved slightly and I saw her eyes. A few of her co-workers stayed and we chatted about work. It must've been about half an hour and I didn't see my wife anywhere. I'd joked with her co-workers about her being passed out in the bathroom and they just chuckled. I decided to go look for her to make sure she was okay. I went into the house and didn't see her in the living room or den area. I decided to walk toward the bathroom. As I was headed down the hallway I met a couple of her co-workers high fiving and laughing. As they. Then just a few minutes ago, I gave her the hard pounding sex she had asked for. She had said, "Jim, pound me like you mean it." It's no wonder her pussy was sore this morning."Of course, we can try other things, Baby. I really don't want to intentionally hurt you."Jenny smiled broadly as I gently patted her butt and then helped her get to the shower. We used our hands to tenderly wash each other from head to toe. The hot water of the shower and my soapy massaging hands seemed to help ease some.