" "From our sex life." I stared at her in disbelief. "So, you think we're missing something and that these letters make up for it?" She blushed "No, n...t really, it's just I never felt that I could say any of these things to you." "You're so sweet and kind, I didn't think you would ever... , well, you know." "No, I don't know," I said. "Tell me." She blushed again. "I didn't think you would ever treat me like a slut," she said softly. I was silent for almost a minute. "Alright," I finally said.. But I was, I was betting that perv would be trying to get a glimpse of us right now or at least listening at the door. I took a quick glance at his door, but it was still closed, for now anyway. I would have to work harder to get his attention I thought. I went back in, licking at her clit, before sliding one of my fingers into her pussy. She was so tight, if she hadnt been so wet I dont know if I could have got my finger in. She must be a virgin I thought, my finger didnt go in very far before. She hadn’t felt the urge when she’d passed the restaurant on the A3 a few miles back, but almost as soon as she passed the turn-off she began to feel the need – Murphy’s Law! Since then, the road miles had seemed endless for the 61 year old professional journalist returning from covering a Government declaration in Whitehall London. She felt an almost physical release when she saw a sign for a bird sanctuary. Maybe there was a bathroom there; or if not, then at least maybe the woods would do.. .. It was Grandpa calling to see if I was okay," she said in a very soft voice. When there was a longer than normal pause from her, I glanced over. She was looking at me, which was fine by me, but she had a different 'look' about her. Almost like a sadness one might feel when an undesired departure is drawing near, but yet, her eyes were sparkling diamonds, full of life and perhaps, desire. Desire for what, I didn't know, but that's the thought that came to mind."Oh! Go straight through!" she.