It really is expected, almost mandatory, for participants in an affair to say ‘I love you,’ but the depth of the affection can range from just wor...s to true love – and this was much closer to the latter than the former. A few minutes after that last kiss, Sandy appeared in our bedroom doorway, still naked and, while smiling at me, it was not her normal ‘light up the room’ smile that I was used to. I am very sensitive to her moods so I didn’t immediately comment on her appearance. Frankly, she. This time I stopped when she did, my fingers still inside her.I gave her a minute there on my lap, to get her breath back. I continued to touch her skin and enjoy the view. "Go look at your butt in the mirror," I told her. She slowly got up off my lap and went to the bathroom. After a minute she came back. "It's really red." She had a funny, half-disbelieving smile on her face. I stood up off the couch and kissed her. She could feel my cock through my jeans. We kissed a few times, then I led. With the crowds of men and women now nearby and moving about theydidn't pick up on the slightly floral fragrance that floated around Timand in his sturdy cowboy boots with the crowd and all they didn't noticethe mincing step or the slight sway in his walk as he accompanied Tedfrom the building. The practiced sway that was reduced by the cowboyboots could only have come from much practice in wearing in wearing muchhigher heels!Under the baseball cap that hid the thinned, trimmed and. When I began to piston gently in and out of her it felt as though I was bedding a wildcat. Her nails tore at the skin on my back and I firmly nipped one of her nipples in a subtle message for her to lay off a little, which she did. Once more it didn't take long before Fiona was screaming out her joy, her pussy clenching even more firmly on me as she rode out another strong orgasm. I slipped from her and flipped her over onto her knees; ramming myself back home into her now stretched and still.