But this story isn’t about me. It is about later in my life. My partner, my best friend, my lover, and the greatest sexual equal I have ever known; ...ricket. We met many years ago at the skating rink, when we were in Junior High. Our paths crossed a few times through the years, but we really didn’t reconnect till four years ago. I had gone through yet, another divorce. Cricket was going through a very nasty one herself. Through a popular social network, we started catching up. Then flirting. I. As I looked at her, her eyes smiled widely then closed. ‘It’s so good … so good,’ she whispered as my pace increased. My hands reached under her knees and held her legs open to my desire. Every stroke inside her was a warm and passionate experience. We made love to each other, not sex or lust but passion and caring as we moved again and again. I was lost in the moment, listening to her breathing more deeply and rapidly…knowing that she was approaching the orgasm I desperately wanted to giver. Steve became more forceful "Four pairs of knickers and your nightdress heavily stained. When is the time?" he demanded."Not now" I replied firmly and went behind him and gave him a hug. "Just enjoy the fact I came home early."Thinking back over it I wondered whether I had come back early. As far as sex was concerned I think if I had stayed longer things could have become a disappointment. It was obviously not for his conversation I was with Rob.I continued to hold Steve as he desultorily moved. Tender bites were greeted by her shudders as chills moved across her skin. His lips pressed against the softness under her ear, along the edge of her jawbone, and along her neck, taking small nibbles of her delicious skin, so soft, so tender, something spicy like the soap Diane used, his mouth so full of want he could not keep it from trying to taste every inch of her.Diane's chest rose and fell beneath Alex, with her own labored breathing. Her hands moved up and down his back, followed the.