Yet she knew. Their connection had been instant, and lasting. For years, they had been arranging the clandestine meetings, as they were both unable to...stop thinking of the other. Finally she sees him, walking out from the airport terminal. As always, she runs into his arms, instantly safe and secure through his strength. Yet she is also a touch uncomfortable because he sees right through her into that deepest part of herself. A quick kiss, a touching of lips, yet somehow this simple embrace. I started to & fro slowly & steady pace. she was moaning “ummmmm ummmm” she had gripped the bedsheet well. Ii paused n lifted her ass, to bring her in doggy style. Started ramming her hard spreading her ass cheeks apart. She adjusted herself a little & her moans were increasing slowly. I caught her hairs with other hand, kept ramming her. fucked her that way for a while & pressure was building in me. I began with deep strokes, wanted to pour deep in her. she was too aroused by now & moaning &. This was even more of a turn-on for me: 'I shouldn't do this, but I can't resist'.I wanted to see if it was true. I pressed her back against a tree and, without removing my mouth from hers, began fondling her left breast through the stiff, ruffled fabric of her dress. Again, no sound of protest, no hand plucking at my own. I decided to push my luck, and put both my arms around her waist again before easing my hands down onto her behind, then bending my knees just enough—and she bent with me—to. ’ Tracy stuck out her hand and asked with seeming nonchalance, ‘What did you think?’ Behind the chunky black glasses were bright blue eyes that demanded a decision of him: maintain the reserve his normal, professional manner of speaking was designed to project, or give in to a sudden, uncanny desire to be authentic with this woman. But the decision stubbornly refused to make itself, and he became aware that the conversational lull must be broken somehow. ‘Um, I thought it was… well, there is so.