I wish it hadn’t but then... ‘The tears returned and she turned her head into his neck. Reflexively his hand went to her head and he stroked her h...ir again, more than stroking it: running his fingers through it and gently massaging her scalp. ‘Bliss! Very comforting but what had had Caro said? He was still in love with his late wife.’She pushed back so she was only sitting beside him again as they had started.She reached for her drink and Peter did too.“Thank you, Peter,” she whispered. “You’re. I feel your legs grip me once more and you pull me fiercely forward.I fall towards you, putting out my hands at the last moment. My head is an inch above your chest, our bodies pressed firmly together. We begin to move slowly, rhythmically. My hands grab your waist and my teeth clench your blouse.I lift my head back and begin moving it from side to side, trying to tear the shirt from your body. You laugh and grasp my head, pulling it close. The sensation is intense as we squirm and struggle. "Daddy", are you enjoying my massage? She says. With a turn of her wrist, she now has my cock firmly in the grasp of her dainty hand. With a bit of shock still, I feel like a deer caught in the headlight. I Feel my cock surge up as she gives it a squeeze. My cock is twice as big as her hand, so she moves it down ward to make a tent apear in my pants. With a sheepish grin she says" I think you need a massage as well Daddy". Her hand moves up to my stomach and slowly finds a way into my waist. I can tell he likes them. I step back and take his shoes off. I know he likes them off when we... well, fuck. I set them aside. He's such a neat person, amazing me that his jacket is in heap. His breath is rougher. He wants me. He always does. Since that first kiss in the bookstore, he's wanted me. He said he was drawn to my energy. Two weeks of sex, exploring, touching and fucking makes you only want it more, I think. I push his legs closed and lean over and kiss him. Oh, those lips will be.