She was clearly married and bored! I wish girls on these sites would be honest, I'm quite happy to fuck a married slut, but I'd like to know first. Af...er all pussy is pussy, but knowing there is a husband forewarns one before the act.We chatted for a while, but despite her best efforts to try and convince me otherwise I could see she was married. After a while she admitted it and the conversation got a whole lot easier. It turned out she was away from home on business and was on her own. So. “Can I help you with anything, Pamela?” he asked, barely managing to contain his trembling voice. His desire had taken hold of him, but perhaps he shouldn’t force things yet. It wasn’t the first time he’d used her first name, especially since they’d started working together. But this was different. He wanted to assert himself if he was going to make his move.“Oh, Kevin, you caught me. Is the pool toilet occupied? There’s another through the ... oh never mind ... you know where things are. I was. Guys are guys," Stephanie said. "I'm glad I haven't bet in the wrong pot." Oh." I said. I start to think about Pete and what would he do in such situation. "What about Pete?" Hmm. I don't know that much about him. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't trust him," Stephanie said. "Don't tell anyone about this: Macy's roommate slept in this room the day Pete met Macy." She giggled.I laughed. "Well Pete certainly didn't force Macy," I said."Yeah that's right," Stephanie responded. Then she blushed a little. It brought the guilt on.Other places she'd talk about him and her kids all the time. I remember walking that path through the hill behind her subdivision, through the trees. There was a little creek with mossy rocks and dragonflies during the hot months and all those things that seem magical though they can't keep you from dying, and there we could walk holding hands, and she'd go on and on about her family. We could kiss. I could feel her up. Once I moved my hand down, all the way down inside.