"How in the hell I do I get into these strange predicaments?" I have been separated for 4 months and already I think I may have lost control over my b...dy. I had only had sex with two men in my life up until our separation. Now I guess I am making up for lost time huh? It seems like everywhere I go I end up getting used and fucked. Times have definitely changed since I was younger. My husband loves me and only wanted us to try different things in the sex department but I refused thinking it was. No pun is intended, and although on first knowing her I did not appreciate it, Hannah really does have delightful mammary glands but, as I say, I was not fully aware of that that until I reached the years of the tumultuous hormones. During those years I came to appreciate a good deal more about Hannah’s than her bosom. She was indeed, and still is, a very attractive woman, but my early interest in her focused on the birthday and Christmas presents I received from her. I can recall the first. I could feel it getting harder, my heart began to beat faster as well. Shweta leaned towards me, and rested her body on mine. I could feel her breasts squeezing against my chest. I began to kiss her on her neck and shoulders . I could feel her warmth on me. I moved my hands all the way down, pulled up her nightie and began squeezing her ass cheeks, Then she told not in living room and lets go to her room so that her son doesn’t see. So I followed her to her room. She locked the door and we. I staged this to see your true reaction. I needed to know if you really want this and how you might react, assuming that it were to really happen.”“You staged this?” I asked, still confused.“Yes” she replied, reaching under the pillow to reveal a very big and very real-looking life-like dildo. “I used this on myself as you were on the way home. I purposely didn’t respond to the one text to make you wonder. I messed the bed and there-you-have-it!” she added with a mischievious smile.“Well,” I.