Oh yeah! I sure was! She couldn’t put her finger on it. She knew I was different somehow, but she didn’t know why. I didn’t really see Linda...for about a week. I think we were both being cautious to try and avoid suspicion, at least I know I was. She did give me one quick “I would so like to fuck you” glance while I was mowing the lawn and she had just gotten home from work. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, tight peach-colored skirt and high heels. I shot her a “play date?” glance. . She had thrown her head back and was making incoherent sounds, her eyes scrunched closed.“Yes!” she exclaimed “Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME YES!!!!” her legs which were now wrapped around me clamped against me and I was suddenly unable to move as she wrapped her arms and legs around me clinging to me with everything she had. I felt stinging on my back as her nails dug into me and then her pussy began to spasm. It was a sensation almost like when she had sucked me off earlier. I stood no. ..)(PS...bear with me while I build this....) PHASE ONE: SHAKEN A jagged breath burst out from her. She jerked upwards and the bedsheets rippled in the moonlight. There was no sweat, no fevered heat and no nightmarish scream. There was only silence. And a stillness that was broken only by the spasmodic shuddering under the sheets. The coarse, dry surface of her lips resisted the brush of her tongue and she struggled to swallow and wet her throat. There had been. I think I might have overdone it a bit is all. “ I tried to smile and laugh it off. But as we sat there and had our breakfasts, I’d ended up ordering some pancakes and bacon just to have an excuse to sit longer and talk with him, he soon had the whole sordid story out of me. We left the diner together, chatting away like old friends, and before I knew what was happening, we were seeing each other. Within 8 months, we’d found a house we could both enjoy, one that didn’t have any clinging.