She was wearing a halter top, which left her midriff bare, so I could see her skin. It looked like her upper body was being poured into her shorts or ...omething. The strap across her back pressed into her skin. It looked very tight, and I wondered if she was wearing the halter top because she still hated her bras like she had back when she first had to wear them.Of course that led me to think about what was making that strap so tight.I knew I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about her breasts, so. I was caught red handed! I did not have any excuse because those texts were very explicit in nature and no explanation could pacify her. I thought it is better to confess and say sorry with a promise of not doing it again but she was not ready to listen. She did not talk to me for a week and it was becoming unbearable. I loved her very much and could not bear her anger. For the entire week she was in tears and whenever I try to talk to her she did not let me. She declared that she would never. I roughly jammed my hand between her legs and stuffed two fingers right into her pussy hole. "MMNnnn", she moaned."Pretty hot and wet pussy you have. Do you like being forced to obey and submit?" I said as I wiggled my fingers around her pussy."Oh yes, yes. Please keep doing that. OHHhhhh."She was spreading her legs wider and she jumped when I rubbed her clit with my thumb."OH YES, do that do that do that."I pulled my hand out and swatted her ass with one smooth motion. She moaned and I hit her. I took out my keys and pretended to fumble with the lock for a minute, until I saw them coming up the porch stairs. Then I dropped the keys and bent over to pick them up, giving Mark and Tim and nice view of my ass and pussy. "Yup Mark", I heard Tim say, "you sure got lucky when you found Carolyn".The first thing Tim did when we got in the house was take his bags up to the guest room. Mark and I sat down on the living room couch, and he asked me what I thought of Tim."He seems real nice", I.