I brushed myself off and realigned my cape. I heard a faint whimpering behind me and realised that I'd forgotten about the woman.I turned and saw her ...itting down, back against the wall, knees up against her chin and her face in her hands. I approached her carefully before extending a hand towards her. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and took my hand. I pull her up on her feet, and that was when I could fully get a sense of her beauty.She had long wavy blonde hair that fell down to her. “Come on, come on ... fuck.” She was vaguely aware of his annoyed tone, just an inch or two away from her ear. His breath was caressing her neck, it felt impossible to tell how many moments had passed.Every sensation, every feeling, all of her attention was centered on her crotch. It’s the only thing she could do to keep her head from spinning all over again. All nerves inside her remained utterly overstimulated, firing off like a million alarms while her pussy refused to relax. She was torn. Throwing her head back I know she’s about to cum again and feeling my balls tighten up I know well be coming together once again. I see her face tense up and she lets out with a scream feeling her juices running down my cock cause me to cum with her reach up pulling her against me feeling her body against mine as we’re Cumming together. I bring my hand up and start playing with her nipple and start to suck one the other and I hear her moan in approval. She reaches down and starts to stroke my. Wait, I'm not really explaining this very well. I guess it's a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years, I tried to make our marriage work. Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true.