“No. That’s okay. I need to go home. I need a shower.”I followed her out of the bedroom to the front door.“When will I see you again?” I ask...d.“I don’t know. After I get cleaned up I’m going to call Hannah.”“You have her number?”“Yes, she gave it to me.”“Do you feel any better at all?” I asked.She looked up at me, her brown eyes serious.“I don’t feel worse,” she offered.“I guess I’ll take what I can get,” I said.“That might be what got you into this mess in the first place, Bob.”Then she was. . right. I didn't want this to be a one night stand. I never felt the same love-at-first-sight feelings I had when Kelly and I started dating but I definitely felt more than I did for most of my various bed mates since Kelly and I broke up.I felt the same way about Molly that I felt about Faith. Here was a fun, intriguing girl I wanted to get to know a lot better, except Molly didn't have the distance problem that Faith and I had. Molly lived a mile from me and shared a class with me. She was. Dinks.”“I think since you are fucking my husband you can call me Margaret.”She stumbled over her words, as she invited Mrs. Dinks, or as she had asked, Margaret, into her apartment.Margaret strolled in, head held high, and with a grace and elegance she attributed to royalty. Closing the door she asked, “What can I do for you, ah, Margaret?”Margaret surveyed the room and turned towards her and said, “A small room. Smallest in the building I think. You should talk to Jim, he should be able to. He moaned with pleasure as his body quivered. He rolled me on my back and just drove into my mouth with a huge wave of passion, grinding his groin into mine. Our cocks growing thick, painting out stomachs with pre-cum. He slowly worked his way to my nipples, flicking them with his tongue, sucking the tip in his mouth.I was in heaven. He made his was to my cock, just held it, studying it, watching it grow as he slowly massaged it. He commented on how thick it grew as he licked the head clean of.