And I believed her as, apart from the feelings I was sure she felt for me, she was a goddamn workaholic, full of morals and limitations... That I brok... one by one. I had made her do me a blowjob under my desk, I fucked her on the roof of the building she lives in, I had fucked her glorious tight and big ass... This coming of a girl that was practically new to sex and utterly focused on anything but sex... I just learned that I loved to make her exceed her limits, and, that day it wasn't any. We started walking around to get an idea of what they stocked and where things were located. After about five minutes, an attractive woman walked over to greet us and said, “Good afternoon, I’m Kelly. How can I help you?”I replied by saying, “Hi, Kelly. My name is Mandi, and this is my husband, Dave. I’m looking for something revealing that will feel less confining than what I’m wearing now. Do you have anything like that?”She gave me a knowing grin and said, “I’m sure we do. I’m pretty darn. The view from the back was everything I'd dreamed of. Clint, standing behind her pumping in and out. On either side of him I could see her stocking clad legs and high heels rocking back and forth to meet his every thrust.It seemed like it was going on forever, but I know better. She started to moan, let out a near scream and clearly had one of the strongest orgasms I'd ever seen her enjoy.He paused for a moment to allow her to enjoy the release, and then started right back in again. He gave her. Naked. I was lying over her only. My head was just over one of her boobs and my penis was on top of her pussy. Both of us were exhausted. We just slept there.After a while, maybe half an hour or so, I was woken up by a small sound.I opened my eyes and saw my Bindu getting dressed. She was putting on her panties and bra. I then asked her.Me: Are you going out? Bindu: (with a smile) No.Me: Then why are you getting dressed?Bindu: I’m not getting dressed. I’m just putting on my inner ears. I’m.