His face was quite familiar, but I couldn't recall who it was, until a sudden burst of memory washed over me.Why is HE here? This is my house, isn't i...?I looked around me, studying every little details of the room. Yes, I recalled getting that trophy in junior high. That picture on the wall, depicting a scene in some medieval battle was a Christmas gift from Little Tell during her junior year at college. Everything here pointed to this being my apartment.So why is he here?Only then I noticed. .yeah, here it comes. . .hmmm, wrap your lips tighter, yeah, like that. . .you ready. . .His thrusts slowed down, his cock was hard like granite, and just as I slid my finger in his ass, he shot his load in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, running out of my mouth, spewing his cum until I had to pull off and jerk his cock while he came on my face and lips (I don't swallow, yet).I told him, you better fucking stay hard and fuck my tight ass b/c I want some of that cum inside of me, too. . I don’t know why the fuck I wasn't pushing his hand away from my body. “But I think it’s the best thing happened in my life,” He had changed. He was not that innocent and shy Adam any more. “I don’t care what you think of it. It was a mistake. Now keep your hands away from me,” I said and pushed his hand away from my body. “Today you are asking me stop, but that day you wanted me to touch you. You made me touch you, and I know you liked it,” Adam was being dirty and saying the truth. He had now. Have a kid of 3 years. So a well perfect married woman. After the long discussion, there was some conclusion and we agreed upon. I continued to bank with them and usually used to meet her directly whenever I happened to need anything related to bank. Later I was selected for a training program for corporate of all sectors and had to go to Shimla for the same for 3 days. There were lots of banking company’s employees joining and I happen to see the list where it mentioned her name and her bank..