.. let me think about it. I will let you know tomorrow.” I was a bit flustered as I picked up my file and stood up. “Sorry, got to get back to wor...,” and quickly walked out of the break room, leaving my half-finished coffee behind.I sat at my desk wondering why I didn’t just say no thanks. I left it open that I might actually consider going out with a married man over fifteen years my junior.Peter asking me out was all I could think about when I got home that night. I thought about talking to. But I did not prevent him. Instead, I took his face in my both hands and started to kiss him again and again with my lips. I kissed his lips several times like English women kissing their English heroes in western movies. All through he was co-operating. Suddenly he became very crazy and started to kiss my mouth into mouth and my nose and the small nostrils. He started to press and squeeze my big and beautiful and bulging breasts constantly faster and faster and his male-touch over my bulging. But Ty kept teasing me more and more as he kissed my neck lower and lower till he was at my chest. I was going crazy with how much I wanted him and my moans were getting louder and louder. Luckily the presentation was much louder than me. Finally, his hand reached my pussy and he gently rubbed me through my wet panties. ‘Mmm, my baby is so wet,’ he said seductively as his tongue danced on my cleavage.‘Touch me, Ty. Touch me,’ I said between moans.He managed to push my underwear between my pussy. He was still looking for something to keep his anger alive. "I ... I was wrong. I was the one that broke the deal first. And I can see that hurt you." He found it, and the anger flared in him once more. "But that doesn't excuse you!" he yelled. "They hurt me, I hurt them back, and that was wrong. I hurt you, you hurt me back, that's still wrong. So what is it you're trying to do? What do you want?"He was crying now, and Tricia stood silently for a moment, watching, and thinking. She started.