.just miserable for being so stupid and gullible. I just wanted it to be real. I wanted it so bad that I was overlooking the obvious." Katie had tears...in her eyes as she listened to the story from Beth. "Why did you seduce me in the bar? Why not just tell me the truth from the start?" "Would you have listened to me if I had introduced myself and said 'I'm the one who has been fucking your husband.'?" Katie pursed her lips and shook her head 'no'. "I probably would have told you to get the fuck. She often fumbled with her words, sometimes forgetting what he was going to say and having to restart her sentence. I got up right next to her making our bodies touch as I rubbed her inner thigh through her pants. She looked a bit flushed and I began to nuzzle her. I could feel the heat from her face. I began to kiss her neck and she stopped talking and gave a sigh. I wrapped my free arm around her and brought her close to me. ‘You’re beautiful, you know that?’ I often found that women. She had one knee on the glove box and the other knee on the inside of her door, I wasn’t bothered because I was assuming that she was getting herself slowly into a position where she could lean towards me with her head and suck my cock while she wanked. So I did nothing to stop or affect what she was doing. I started to notice that then that she was undoing her blouse, and without taking any fingers from her clit she used the other hand to undo her buttons and pull both tits out of her bra. Its. Stella Hurst was 26 years old and worked for a modeling company as a designer liaison. A fancy name for a person who organizes shit. She was a mediocre child, in a mediocre family, she had no great upsets and no great hurts, there was no hidden secrets. She had also just broken up with her fiancé, of 5 years after catching him in bed with her best friend. In the line of organizing shit it also entails a lot of meet-and-greets and enough ass kissing to earn a few favours. Stella had also.