Sheslowly finger fucked me just as I was doing. At onepoint, she stopped with her finger all the way insideand began bending and turning her finger ...round. Justas I felt the familiar quiver in the walls of mypussy start, she removed her finger. “Here, now youdo me!” My voice was weak from the near orgasm andabrupt stop, “OK, lie back and let me have at you!”I figured that Tom didn’t know what she was creatinginside me. She surely must have never. Next morning on Sunday I woke up trying to make sense of what happened, I texted her to see if everything was ok, which she answer YES. So that's that.On Monday I took the courage and go to her apartment and apologies for the actions I made on her and the lack of respect to her house and husband (at the end, he is my friend). She responded to me that everything was ok, that she never thought about cheating his husband, etc... but she kept looking me with that horny look. So immediately my head. She thanked me for driving. “I’m always scared when I have to drive Grandpa’s caddy. God, he loves that car!,” Christina said. She was dressed in a short, light yellow sundress and apparently no bra: because the prominent nipples on her little breasts were hard to miss through the insubstantial cotton fabric of her dress. I could just make out the faint outline of white panties stretched across her ample ass. Her plump legs were beautifully smooth and tan, and the white flip flops on her small. They looked into each other's eyes, not speaking, and she slowly smoothed her hands over her body, stroking her hips and slightly protuberant belly down to the bushy triangle of curly hair, and then moving them up until she was once more cupping her breasts.Still watching him, she fondled them, rolling her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, tugging them, tweaking them until they stiffened, and then she lifted her right breast and lowered her head slightly to kiss it, all the while.