Now, he wants me back. He's tainted by another woman's scent. As petty as it sounds, I wanted revenge. I wanted to know I got even. And Michael was ju...t the perfect candidate to help me do so. I've always loved Michael, but I've come to terms that he just couldn't love. So the physicalites would have to do. My mom left me her car for the night, so I drove over to his house. He invited me over and although it was never said what we're going to do, we both knew what was to be done. He was going. She turned towards the front of the class as she approached theteacher.Her outfit was a bit high class. She wore a white button down blousewith a red bowtie and a black skirt held up by suspenders. The whiteopaque blouse was short-sleeved revealing her lean clean arms endingwith scarlet tinted fingers. It also clinged tightly to her bosom whichfor her age was quite sizable, likely a D cup. The black pencil skirtextended down halfway from her knees, but that was alright, for her legswere encased. She reached up and started stroking his cock. Not doing a very good job of it either, she was sure, far too distracted by his kisses and the sensations he was creating in her lower body. She could feel her legs start to shake as he flicked and fingered her clit and her orgasm started to build again. Once again he pulled away and stepped back. She just lay there looking up at him. Her breath uneven and her legs splayed open. He smile and kissed her gently, cupping her cheek as he did so. Then he. The added miles, and the down time from the injury, had added two hours to her usual routine."Nice place," he said, taking in the yard."My husband has this thing about The American Dream," she said, feeling she needed to explain. She wondered why she felt that way."Ah, the husband enters the picture," said Chad. "Curses."She stared at him and he grinned."I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. I thought maybe I had lucked into both a running partner and a possible romantic interest."She didn't.