[ThomasMoore]

sorry got called away, so let me finish. After seeing M remove her top and bra, we made our way into my kitchen, where I showed her the liguor cabinet and all of the margarita ingredients that I had on hand. I sat down hiding my hard erection as I watched and was aroused by the idea of her topless casually making us drinks in my apartment. I loved seeing her heavy breasts hang and sway as she mixed things together. All of the sudden M suggests that I go take a shower to get cleaned up for meeting my friends a little later. I had already made up my mind to pass on that but instead went to take a quick COLD shower while she finished up.
As I stood in the shower with many thoughts running through my head, I began to have second thoughts and began to feel pretty bad since I knew she was married. I quickly finished up and dried off before heading to my bedroom. As I turned the corner, M met me still topless, and pressed up against me, asking if I felt better? Mustering all of the will power I had in my body, I explained that I didnt think that it was right to do this. She smiled and said her husband wouldnt mind? I thought sure I bet he won't, and she began to explain that ironically, she worked in the hospital all day caring for people, and then went home each evening to care for her husband, who had been in a bad accident years ago and suffered a spinal injury confining him to a wheelchair. That explained why nobody seemed to look twice as M sat next to me rubbing my leg and openly flirting with me. It also explained why her husband was never at any games or practices for our softball team. At that point M said that she could leave if I wanted but would really like to stay as she hugged me pressing her soft full breasts against my bare chest as I stood there still wrapped in my towel. After reassuring me that they had an agreement and it was ok for her to stay for awhile, she reached down and pulled my towel loose and let it fall to the floor. I started to get clothes out of my dresser but she made a pouting face and said it was still awfully hot in the apartment. She then began to unbutton her shorts and slide them into a ball on my floor. Standing completely naked in front of me, she said now we are even and smiled walking into the kitchen to retrieve our margaritas that she had made.