I left my friends and headed to meet her. As we chatted over a few drinks she said she wanted to leave I said I would walk her out to put her in a tax.... As we waited she told me she had feelings for me but knew it was wrong. I instantly grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. We kissed as the taxi pulled up she opened the door and stepped in I followed. I told the taxi driver my address and went back to kissing her.After a short drive we was back at my place we went straight in the kitchen and I. As I was fucking her and enjoying and I am now in to and fro action and she was also started to enjoying it slowly and in middle she was saying with me that she loves and want her to fuck harder. She was moaning making sound like oh my god, fuck me nicely and by listening to her it has driven me crazy and I have started fucking her hard like a hungry tiger hunting for his prey. And after couple of minutes the room is full of pach pach pach noise and I am in full phase but she want more, but. Why did I never allow Mr. Simon to fuck me in the book cellar? He had been trying for years. Did he meet his death never having enjoyed intimate times with a female? I felt guilt! The wine had taken its toll on me. My overcoat was all that was needed as I slipped out into the night. Rain was forecast. There were many public houses around the docks but the most likely was the Bull and Bush?I had to wait in the dark alleyway for several minutes before a suitable gentleman staggered out of the pub. The sheer spontaneity and naturalness I had found with Lynn was missing. Still she was fun to be with and I really did enjoy her company.Paula and I became inseparable as the weeks turned to months. We spent time together with our kids on the weekend and with each other whenever possible. We really had become somewhat of an item. So, when she informed me that she had to go away for a few days on business, I really did miss her company.I once again filled my time in the usual way, getting more.