<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Jamal<br/>
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"Daddy?" She cracked her first smile as she thought of her own father, who would most certainly be reaching for his shotgun if he were to see the two of them like this.  The thought of her own parents ever doing something like this was inconceivable.  Of course she had grown past her father's prejudice, or at least she liked to think so, why should she be bound to her parents sense of morality and propriety?  Besides, how could she fault Jamal, he was under the belief she wanted this, if her own husband couldn't see past her facade of acceptance, how could she possibly expect this stranger to see it?  He had noticed her look towards him and looking himself he chuckled.  Her face went red with embarrassment that she had been so readily betrayed and abandoned.  <br/>
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Her mind swirled with thoughts and doubts but they seemed to melt into irrelevancy as his full warm lips pressed into hers.  It was chaste at first and was returned as such.  He was so firm yet gentle that she parted her lips to accept his tongue without thinking and his his tongue probed deeper into her mouth her own soft tongue caressed it.  As she felt his thick chest press into her breast, a small white hand landed on his firm pectoral as if she might push him away, but there was no strength to it, no commitment.  Just as she was beginning to kiss him back, he broke the kiss, as if leaving her wanting more.  If it were intentional, it was a cruel trick, betraying her vulnerability.  Her thighs closed against his hand as she began to regain her senses.  <br/>
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He lingered there, forehead to forehead and it was nearly as intimate as the kiss.  Her heart skipped as he said the word 'belong', such possessiveness felt strong enough to break her wedding vow and without her husband's support she didn't feel she could stop it.  More alarmingly to the faithful wife, she wondered if she really wanted to stop it.  As his lips met hers once more and his tongue claimed hers, she spread her legs, inviting him to explore all the way up to the plainest pair of white cotton '<a class="link link--external" href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/614rWd53uaL._AC_UX522_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">granny panties</a>' she was able to find.  </span>