Behind my Frown

 mother of two adult kids, 60 years old, nice built married, I unbuttoned her shirt, she started to frown, what are you doing, I’m married, not saying a word i pulled her close, hand between her legs, pussy screaming to be touched, when you first started flirting with me a felt like a whore betraying my husband, then the following week you whispered in my ear, don’t mean to offend you but, your buns look so sweet, out of nowhere the next day you walked by my desk and whispered good enough to eat, I gave you a serious frown just as I did before, still here I am, craving more, you unbuttoned my shirt, I should have walked away,    
you saw through my guise, never should have looked into your eyes, you heard my pussy screaming for your touch, fantasizing you running  your hand through my hair, I’m at the point of truth or dare, don’t mean to do my husband this way, on the whore in me you did prey, oh’ oh’ that’s it right there don’t stop cramming my pussy,  I’m cumming so hard, never expected it would come to this, I hoped my frowns would push you away, some how you knew I wanted to play