"FUCK ME... Don't stop! YES," I found myself screaming through my fucked filled haze. Mr Kwan just kept on fucking. His breathing was heavy as he was...tiring out. He refused to quit. Pulling out he turned me over and nearly lay on top of me to fuck me some more. His fat body nearly crushed me, but his cock felt so good. He pounded my pussy, trying his best to get off. I reached around his neck with both arms and bucked upwards as best I could to help him. Panting like mad, his sweat dripped off. But I love the way to did to me. How you feel ?Me: It was awesome and this is the first time I am feeling the softness of a women’s boobs.She: Don’t be too smart, you didn’t do with your Girl Friend.?Me: Actually, I loved a girl long back in school but I didn’t propose. So my love went unknown. After that I didn’t hand any GF.She: Ohh! I am sorry for you love story. But I didn’t believe in it completely.Me: Just a mild smileWe left coffee day around 9:10 PM. I holed her hand tightly while. I not sure what woke me up; but when I listened closely, the sound appeared to be coming from the den. I stretched, and thought, ‘It’s probably the dogs, chasing there toys across the floor. A second later, I froze, because they’re in the kennel and their toys are in another room. I desperately tried to wake hubby up so he could go check out things, but the only thing that could do that was a lightning strike.So, I bit my lip, cursed under my breath, slithered out of bed, and put on my robe. I. But then I started getting flirty with her, every time she went to the break room, I'd drink coffee with her, got a bit touchy with her, light strokes to her arm, light caresses to her hand sometimes, making innuendos from time to time among other things.I could tell she liked it, a 23 year old, with an athletic body, with a successful career ahead of him, giving her the attention she needs. And that's when she started feeling guilty. Guilty for flirting with me, while she had a husband at home.