As I moved on topof her I could feel her breasts with their hard nipples rubbing back andforth on my chest.We were both breathing heavily now, and her...hands were rubbing hard intomy back. I started to enter her a little more steadily rather than theslow way I had been. I pushed myself up from her onto hands and kneesand she slid her hands down to my buttocks which she gripped andmassaged. Her eyes were half-closed now, and her cheeks had gone brightred. I began to grunt with the wonderful. , I said holy fuck. I whipped a u turn and she was standing in this smaller parking lot, as I was about to pull in another car pulled in and I said Fuck it, I'm gonna fight over this girl, I don't care.. so I pulled in and she was walking up to this other car and then when she saw my nice loaded up 2017 F-150 pull in she kind of stopped between us. The other dude was driving an older bmw car and was black, looked like he might have had some cash on him too... so I get out and he gets out and I. In a moment of weakness he had engaged in one meeting tryst with one of the operations managers. They were roughly the same age, both recently divorced and good friends and remained so after spending a couple of nights together in the sack. They were both lonely and wrote it off as a comfort screw. Heather had impressed him, she was bright, articulate and interesting. He had never acted inappropriate toward her…never made a pass or a suggestive comment. He had traveled up to Charlotte to spend. Over the sound of the water, Samantha thought she heard something from the bedroom. "Some sort of music?" she wondered. Maybe it was one of the neighbors. As she warmed the washcloth in the flowing water she recognized the melody. Vivaldi's "Autumn."Her heart skipped a beat. She started to panic and as she brought the wet cloth between her legs to wipe away the evidence. The bathroom door opened and her husband stepped into the room."Don't, sweetheart. Leave it ... for me?" His voice was steady.