What were they telling me? Across my breasts, his fingers unclasped my bra without a stumble. Then to my stomach, his hands glided me effortlessly, as...if I were a sheet of glass and his hands were pieces of silk cloth polishing me, making me shine, my vivid moaning making me see-through. I’d never felt so safe, yet so exposed. All the ingredients for the perfect wedding night were there, except I was living in sin. But it felt so right.I vaguely knew him but damn he was fine.His blue-green eyes. He kissed her harder, his tongue tasting hers and he knew her passion matched his own. But then he felt her once again pulling away from him. Misty: ‘Oh God! I shouldn’t be doing this.’ She said as she pulled away from him and turned her back to him. She felt his hand on her shoulder. ‘No, I shouldn’t have done that. You have done nothing wrong.’ Robert said. ‘Yes I have. You’re my boss and I ‘m married, but I wanted you to kiss me. That is wrong.’ She said, trying to wipe away the tears that. I held her waist and rammed it inside her pussy, looking down to admire how wonderfully I was stretching it, almost balls deep into her hot, no longer virgin tool. Blood dripped to the floor from my invasion. Her squeezing wetness squeezed my cock. All my senses told me to go fast, because it was this pussy that had made me lost my mind. It turns out, she didn’t like slow. “It hurts soo good,” she whispered with her eyes shut, biting her bottom lip. I began slipping out of her, my legs sticky. It was going to be a long night. As predicted my night was dull and boring. I could not get my mind off what I was going to do. The next day was even worse. The day turned out to be stormy and gray. About 5:45pm, there was a knock at the door. Excitedly, I opened it. There stood Ben and his friend. “Mrs. Robinson, this is Joey,” Ben said. Joey smiled his greeting. Motioning them inside, I shut the door and let out of big breath. I was nervous, but excited. Joey stood as tall as Ben, but with.