Wendy told me she felt so bad when she'd heard my messages, and had no chance to call me before her flight. I rushed over to her apartment to greet he... properly, and in only a few minutes her happy hugs and kisses led to the loss of her sweater and bra, then the rest of her clothing, and finally to her bedroom, and the release of her tension, built up over the last week or so.James' attentions hadn't, apparently, reduced the lust I felt for Wendy, not even slightly. Even with my last orgasm. ” She lifted up her butt and I pulled the panties down her legs. As I leaned down, I could smell a musky smell coming from her pussy. I am not sure what it was, but it turned me on more. I had never smelled that smell before. I had a steady girl friend and we made out all the time but her pussy did not smell like that. I moved back up and continued to suck her nipples while I slipped a finger into her pussy. I moved it in and out and she began moaning more and more.Soon, I had slipped two. ”“So how was he?”“Bearing up stoically, I think is the best description. Still very unhappy and depressed. I’m glad I went: it seemed to cheer him up.”“But what’s up with you and Peter? You’re angry with him, I can see that.”“Ellen, you won’t believe this. John said he’d written to me some years ago. He was very ill at the time with cancer and wanted to make his peace with people he thought he’d hurt or treated badly. I never got the letter. Peter opened it and sent a nasty reply on my behalf. It's a morning ritual. Of all the things I may or may not be, I am decidedly not a morning person. This one ritual trip to make coffee, drink it, and finally wake up is a distraction. It's a delay- a necessary delay to be sure, but a delay nevertheless from what I actually want to do. And what I actually want to do is be with him. I look across the lake and realize it has only been a week since he left and only nineteen more days until his return, it seems like forever, yet his time here is so.