She pulled herself up to my float sitting with her back towards me. She leaned back against me; I could feel my breasts pressing against her. She lean...d closer towards me and kissed me gently on the lips waiting for my reaction. I was amazed but I really wanted more. I leaned in kissed her so passionately, our tongues touched and my whole body started to tingle. Then she guided my hand up to her breasts, I started playing with them over her top and I was thinking these were the first breasts. Anthony and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our pants and free our boners. We even pulled them down a little to give her better access to our dicks. I wanted better access to her pussy, so I asked her to sit up and pull her pants down too. She pushed them down to her knees. She could now easily spread her legs. I knew I could bring her off and give her an orgasm right there in the booth of this bar. No one was paying attention. People were drinking, dancing, playing pool and no one. I was so aroused. My husband would have never done anything like this. It was dirty, slutty, and I was loving it.After a few minutes we decided to change postions. I got on my hands and knees, raised my ass in the air and spread my legs wide. Sweat dripped off of my body. The smell of sex was in the air. I looked back at him as he grabbed my waist and rammed his cock into me.Jack has always been a great fuck, and he knows that my husband didn't sexually satisfy me. He likes to talk dirty and. ”“How did you learn it? Who is coming?”“Her name is Manjula. She comes from Sri Lanka.”At hearing a female name his mother excitedly burst into rapid Tamil far too fast for him to follow. “Slower? Slower... yes, she taught me... can she stay Saturday night?... she likes puttu... Mullaitivu district, I don’t know the name... okay, bye.” He felt proud that he hadn’t had to dip into English once, after less than a week of Manjula’s teaching. She was changing his life, in more ways than.