I was relieved to find that she’d experienced pretty much the same mixture of feelings as me, after her first time. That heady and confusing mix of ...motions and feelings. Enjoyment of a new man. Guilt and worry about what it might mean for her then relationship with Callan. And the refreshment and re-energizing of a love that had maybe grown a little too familiar over many years of marriage and monogamy. Eating the same meals each week.It felt good to know that I wasn’t alone in my mixed and. Cathleen showed her resiliency by lifting several flower pots from the porch rail. She exclaimed happily when she found a key.We entered a large, one-room cabin. A kitchen area was at one end and a sleeping area at the other. It was furnished with a large kitchen table with chairs, a wood burning stove, a queen bed, a single bed, a sofa, and two rustic easy chairs.The cabin had clearly been winterized as the power was off and turning the sink faucet yielded no water. That meant the cabin's. After all, I’m pretty strange to her.”“Yes, you are,” Amélie replied, “being black and all.” As she spoke Amélie drew her hand down Sandrine’s flank under her shift. Sandrine chuckled. Her chuckle turned to a murmur of approval as Amélie’s hand passed across her bottom and lingered for a moment.“Yes, I am,” said Sandrine. “Definitely black.”Amélie kissed her and the two were silent as they prolonged the contact. There was no need for fancy gestures or energetic ones. They were experienced. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture trickled out and ran down herinner thigh. Jeff continued clicking but his right hand was busy undoing hisfly. I gulped, unsure of this development, a little jealous. Yet I hadignored Michelle for so long, ignored her needs. She deserved this. There wasalso another factor to be considered. I was very aroused by the thought ofwatching her make love to another man. Yes, I thought, let her have her fun.So I stayed in my hiding place and released my.