’ I didn’t know till she said them, how much I had longed to hear those words. Not, ‘fuck me.’ Not a request to put my cock in her cunt but, �...�Make love to me.’ I proceded to kiss Fi all over, starting with her forehead and moving down to her nose. When our lips met Fi was almost aggressive with her tongue forcing it’s way into my mouth. My own tongue dueled with hers for many minutes as my hands explored her body in an even more intimate way than they had during the massage. I again felt her. ?And now seems to be an excellent time,don?t you think??I smiled back at her, a little nervouslythough. What if anybody would just show up in here while we were at it? Shefollowed my gaze out at the sea below and resolutely went over to lock the doorwe had just come in. A definite and convincing answer to thatreservation. Finally alone, definitely and positively alone!She turned against me, and our eyes met.Again passion shot up through my chest like a surge of heat as millions ofsignals picked. So after work one night I need some groceries and I head out to the local Hy-Vee for some supplies. The store is nearly deserted, not surprising given that it's just after midnight. I'm in the produce section and I see this woman checking out the lettuce. She's tall, around 5'9", slender with a nice ass and smallish tits, but a gorgeous face, long straight dark hair down to her shoulders and a tanned complexion. Judging from some of the lines on her face, she looks to be around forty, and no. Then it mellowed and came back and mellowed, again. It had returned just before coming here, but then she admitted to it disappearing during the day. She describes it as a feeling of irritation, an itching in her feelings that she can’t scratch, a psychological itching if you will.”He chuckled, “Thank you for dumbing that down for me. I was getting concerned with the ‘prefrontal’ and ‘amygdala’. So, psychological itching. What is that, do you think?”She looked down, then faced him, again..