. She was in college, and would come to the bar most Tuesdays with some friends for what ever the Tuesday night special was. Anyway, I noticed she wa... the shy one in the group, always avoiding the drunken frat boys that wandered from table to table trying to get their dicks wet. One night she and her two friends sat at the bar. I saw it as my chance to bone a "nice Jewish girl" and started to talk with her. I don't really remember that much about it, or her, other then it took a few more. With a tinkling giggle, she nestled her body into mine and wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her warm, soft lips against mine as her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped back from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with her nipples. I bent toward her. Mac, this gold-digging whore married my father when I was only three years old. All she wanted was his money. She insists upon me calling her Mother for the sake of appearances. It’s socially the RIGHT thing to do! She’s fucking half of the men in Mayberry while my father works his ass off to support her in luxury and style.” Susan then walked over and stood behind Mrs. Levine, reached around her and cupped the woman’s bare tits in each hand. “Mac, would you rather suck on these little titties. Kind of surprisingly, guilt wasn’t anywhere near the top. My husband hadn’t been using my pussy enough or wasn’t doing me much good when he did, so “Why not?” I wasn’t going to leave my husband or deny him my body or anything like that so I figured what I did was my own business.Walter had given me his business card and after a few days I texted him with a good time to call. When he did he was very apologetic and said he hoped I felt okay about what happened. He was also married but horny so I.