Anne, especially, had a lot to think about. What she had done, and been through, in the last 48 hours was nothing short of astonishing, and Anne was b...sy with her own thoughts – many of which, strangely enough, were still centred on Kate, who had been almost solely responsible for what Anne was beginning to see as her own sexual liberation. But, despite the vivid and pleasurable recollections of the previous night’s incredible experience, many of Anne’s thoughts were still troubled. Why, she. ”“Mrs. O’Dell is out of surgery and on her way to the post op ward. You should be able to see her in her room in about thirty minutes.”“She is not Mrs. O’Dell yet. The wedding is next month.”“Oh, good for you. Would you like me to take you to her room?”“Yes, please. This is Diana, she is a mutual friend, can she come along?”“I’m afraid not. You are the only one that can be in her room right now.”“It’s OK, Mick. I’ll be back. Call me and let me know what’s going on. Do you need me to come by the. He entered her with one swift thrust, unable to contain himself, his desire. She cried out his name, moving against him, needing him deeper, pulling him deeper, with his every thrust. He pumped his hard length in and out of her, changing tempo every so often. Fast and hard, then teasingly slow and tender. He suckled her breast, as he brought both of her hands to rest above her on the pillow, near the headboard at her head. Capturing her wrists with one hand, his free hand trailed softly over. I giggled and shook my head. “You want more?” I asked between giggles, “And they say men think with their little head too much.” “Hey, give me a break. I’ve been pretty much celibate for the past few months,” Dee answered, “There’s a truck stop coming up and I know a private parking spot behind it.” “It’s a bit cold.” “There’s enough room in the back of this thing.” I hesitated, wondering if fucking Dee again would just add to the complications in my life that were already driving me a bit.