Kevin had been watching us and it seemed like he was salivating the whole time so I wanted to give him a slow dance, too!The song that the DJ played a...other slow number.Kevin was a big guy, too. Guess these guys played on the line of their football team. He held me tight as we slowly swayed to the music. He also pressed his abdomen against my tits, and his crotch was also pressing into the same spot on my lower abdomen that James was.I immediately sensed Kevin's hard-on the minute he held me. His body, like a magnet was behind me, his head over my shoulder, with small kisses on the neck as his hands drew lines on my arms.He slowly moved his cock over my ass left and right and like an instructor helped me cook. I was enjoying it, laughing with him, totally forgotten thoughts of boundaries and even my husband upstairs, who knows not a single thing and is quietly showering.Is this what an affair feels like? Like being alive, every single moment.What should I even call this?His hands. He picked me up and talked me into giving him a blowjob as we drove along. When he was ready to shoot his load in my mouth he pulled over and stopped. I thanked him for that because usually he has such a letdown after cumming that we might have been in a wreck. After everyone left for work Saturday morning I tried on a bra and thong I found in Mom’s drawer. I filled the bra with her undies and danced around in front of the mirror. I so wanted to be fucked I opened the drawer and got the dildos. Further down Flatbush Ave we passed by African and Caribbean storefronts, the smell of spices lingering in the air. “Mmmmm… I love it here,” Sofia exclaimed as she took in the sights and sounds. “So many colors, so many interesting people, so many cultures—it’s so vibrant!”Seeing her happy made me happy. We continued south, occasionally stopping at lights and hitting small pockets of traffic along the way. It was now getting close to 10am and the streets were filled with all the usual suspects.