"I didn't think you were a leg man," she blurted without thinking.

"Tits, legs, asses, I love 'em all." She felt dizzy and her nipples tingled with arousal as his fingers moved closer to the roundness of her tit. Her pussy was wet with sticky love-lubricant. Could he tell she was turned-on? Should she stop him from going any further?

She quickly pushed his hand away before he actually cupped her tit. "Stop that," she said, trying to sound calm.

A film of perspiration appeared on his upper lip. "What's the harm?" he said in a suddenly husky voice.

Her throat felt constricted. "I don't know," she whispered. She sat perfectly still while his fingers crept closer to her tits.

"Why don't we quit pretending and just get into a bed and fuck," he said.

She swallowed hard. "Mike, it's wrong." She was both frightened and aroused by his frankness.

"We both want it," he said, his fingers touching her nipples. "Don't tell me you don't want it. You're as hot as I am."

"Like!"

But it was true. Her body tingled with anticipation and her pussy was very wet. She hadn't felt this excited in ages. As much as she loved Jim, they'd been together so long. So boringly long.

Her arms laying passively at her sides and she didn't stop him when he cupped her tit. Her nipple quickly stiffened. It never took long for her nipples to erect, but tonight sh, knew she set some son of record.

He was half turned toward her now and he squeezed her boob while he stroked her long dark hair. He kissed her ear and breathed against her neck.

"Come on, let's get into a bed," he said, his fingers insistent and her mind a swirl of confusion.

When he kissed her, she knew she was lost. She moaned softly when his lips descended on hers. She made one last vain attempt to stop him, but it was too late. Soon he was forcing her lips apart and she was accepting his tongue into her mouth.