"Fine! Then maybe we can find some other way you can pay?" I said moving towards her."Oh no, Steve, no! I'm married, and Jacks upstairs in his room!" ...he protested.I pushed my large muscular body up against her soft chubby one and replied "Well, we should be quick then!" and then I pulled her to me and kissed her.At first she resisted, but then as my hands began to feel up her body, she began to kiss me back.After a few seconds of kissing and touching each other, I pulled open her blouse and. Thelma was a social worker in New York City. The daughter of share-croppers in rural Alabama, she and her husband had migrated to Harlem in the fifties. Thelma worked her way through Fordham University, taught school by day, and attended graduate school in the evenings. It took her seven years to earn her masters in social work. She had retired in 1996. Her husband died in ‘98.Thelma was tragically infertile, so she lavished her love on the children she worked with. It was ironic that the. She stepped out of her skirt.“Leave you panties on. Cos I want to take them off you.”“No problem baby.”Slowly she took her vest off, and one by one she took a tit out off the cups of her bra. Then she unhooked it and let it drop to the floor. I pushed her onto the bed and the sight of her in just her panties drove me to new heights of hardness. I turned around and opened the drawer which held her panties and the vibrator that I’d found.“How did you know about that?”“The same way you knew about. But party ended before night could take its way. So, we all friends (six couples) decided to have a party at night. One of my friends has a farmhouse, few miles away from the collegeIt was a quiet and peaceful place, and no one used to live there in night, so he could offer his house for us. Thus we all gathered there in the night to have a gorgeous time, I had already told all of my friends that I want to be alone with Sneha and all they agreed that it was just the right time for me and her to.