Heather dumped me at the Valentine Dance. She had planned it to be a real humiliation in public but everyone ignored her rehearsed scene. I walked to ...he bar, leaving her screaming abuse. There I met Jane. ‘Noisy, isn’t she?’ Jane said. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Shall we dance?’ We did. 05. Priorities. I was too busy to think about Valentine’s Day. A project had to be finished the day before. It was. ‘Did you remember that tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day?’ asked my secretary Anna. ‘No,’ I replied. ‘The. If I see him I will call you.” She hung up the phone and kept looking out the window. She was wearing a t-shirt and some panties and every time she would lean forward over the counter, her shirt would rise up and reveal a little more of her large ass. I snuck up behind her, and reached out and gave her left cheek a squeeze. I raised my arm up and started to rub her shoulder, and leaned my head in for a kiss. As I did she backed away from me. “I think you need to go home. That was your mother. ” The heckling soon subsided and I was red with embarrassment. I knew that she would see the wet spot on my jeans. When class was over, I waited until every last person had left the room. Ms. Patel was still looking down at her desk and after what seemed like an eternity, she looked up at me and said “well what do you have to say for yourself? Why were you staring off into space today?”“I don’t know I guess my mind was somewhere else.” In the gutter was the term I should have used, but how. Fucking hell!” Rich moved in and out of my tight asshole. I played with my pussy and made myself come, while he fucked me. “I’m coming! Jesus Christ!” Rich exploded inside of my asshole. I was relieved, because I didn’t like it too much. I knew that my husband would be fucking me later. I was exhausted and just fell down on the bed. Rich pulled out and we got cozy on his bed. “That was amazing. I hope you liked it? Did I hurt you?” “It was okay. I’m glad you were the first one to do that.