This is not happening she said to herself. Last night's sleep was a ragged, passionate, exhausting experience. She'd be awake, or thinking she was. Sh... was never sure. Then asleep, then into some kind of twilight sleep while the phantasmal image of HIM caressed her body, kissed her in every conceivable place and then brought her time and again to the brink of orgasm only to fade away completely at the very moment she needed his touch the most. She awoke drained and confused. She had tried to. She adjusted her saree, gave a serious look and walked back. She was in my dreams. I couldn’t get her out. I used to imagine having sex with her. But this was not working out. I know she is married and I cannot have sex with her.This feeling turned into regret. I thought of saying sorry to her. The day came, I wanted her husband to leave the house. Hearing the noise of his car going away, I went to her home and knocked on the door. She asked me to enter offered me to sit but I refused and said. "What the fuck do you want?" he snarled into the phone. "Haven't you caused me enough grief. My foot has two breaks because of you. Then you gave me a date rape drug, fucked me when I was unconscious and then you have the nerve to call me!" I'm sorry about your ankle. I really am. I hit you harder than I intended to. You have to understand that I love you Josh and I want you to be mine." Her words dripped with honey."I'm engaged to be married to Victoria Weber. You are being a menace to me and. Ha, I got lucky. I would have liked it to have lasted longer but was glad we weren’t caught. That wouldn’t be good; we could get into trouble. How would I explain it to Mom? Mom knew Sue. If this got back to her it wouldn’t be good at all.It was over quickly and Sue was left sitting on the floor with her back to the wall behind the bleachers. I knew I wasn’t that good. All I did was lick her pussy all around as much as I could. She was a mover. Her hips moved around and around to such a huge.