(pretty awful huh?)And basically I don't know what to say to you. What? Do you want to use me? is that what I should say? I hate this feeling: it's ma...ing me feel like a complete fool.========/Hi there, I suppose making you squirm or feel foolish is quite what I want.It does not sound "awful" I have known several women who have the same thoughts that you describe.On the contrary I find them quite appealing and I think that you are fortunate to be able to acknowledge them. Indeed I would love to. Rod’s other hand felt the material of her top down to her skirt. She smiled as it formed to the shape of her ass cheek.“I never wear panties,” she whispered to his ear. As hoped, his hand explored under her short hem. “Mmm, you hand feels nice on my bare ass,” she cooed. Rod’s cock was already growing hard, and the other two could feel theirs stirring to life just watching the sensual dancing.He kissed her neck, and she slowly moved her head so his lips touched her cheek, then she accepted his. I guess to come degree our “secret” relationship was a little less secret than ever intended. I convinced myself to go. My husband worked nights which made things fairly easy. And I would keep him well fucked so he never really questioned much.We ended up at a high end Mexican Restaurant where we drank, ate and talked for a long while. All of us were having our share of drinks, but me maybe a little more than the others. I was drinking tequila and loosened up real quick. A little alcohol. Slowly, I slid my cock inside her. Just as slowly I pulled out until only the head was in the warm pussy. “Stop teasing me and give it to me!” she said. I kept the movements slow and even. Michelle thrashed on the picnic bench, trying to get me to move faster. Each motion felt excruciatingly slow and the desire mounted in me. Then, without a word, I thrust once, hard and deep. Michelle’s eyes went wide. “Oh!” she said. I pulled out and thrust hard again. Michelle whimpered. A third time and I.