" Not upstairs?"She shook her head, tumbling about her heavy mane. She pushed her hair from her face with a graceful gesture and stared at me.I explai...ed what I was about, and she admitted that men did talk a bit when they drank. I suggested that if she listened and remembered, it would be helpful when British officers, especially, were in their cups.She nodded. "What's in it for me?" she asked as Amanda brought three beers to the table and sat beside me. Everyone else had left and the. Mark glanced discretely over at his wife although he seemed to have his eyes on the road. It was clear that Anna had reluctantly decided to at least go through the effort to try to charm their host. She had picked out her sexiest evening dress; one she normally only wore at home. It was a dark grey, floor-length button-front, with a Décolletage that showed off most of her bust. It was thin enough that her daughter, Dakota had teased her about the bra lines and chided her about trying to wear a. ” I said let’s eat after a few minutes. She came to the living room and sat near me on the couch. Then she noticed it and started smiling. Suddenly she said, “Sonu, I wanna kiss you.” I was shocked.She said, “I always had a crush on you in college but I never expressed it. I feel this is now or never situation and I admitted it.” I said, “But you are married.” She replied, “I’m not happy. Anyway, he can’t make me pregnant. Please make love to me and help me to become a mother.”I was thinking of. We bucked together, like animals in heat, with any pretence of finesse or silence long forgotten as I held and squeezed her breasts. Her rhythmic cries of 'yes, yes, Yes,’ encouraging me to my own climax, which came urgently and all too soon. I arched into her - rigid, hard and as deep as I could, as I sprayed my fill of new life into her. We stayed together, in that beautifully obscene tableaux for half a minute, a minute. Whatever. Then, as I softened, I slid backwards out of her and sat.