Once she was coming from somewhere and even I was in bus stop. She had many bags in her hand, I went and helped her took some bags and waiting for bus...Bus came in few minutes but it was very crowed somehow we climbed and went inside. I was standing behind her and as the bus was very crowded we were getting pushes from everywhere and as I was standing behind my dick was touching her ass and when it was touching her ass crack I was getting excited and was getting a bulge in my pant. And she could. We were married ten years ago,’ Paige said, and the two couples congratulated us. They offered to buy us a drink, but Paige said that we were going to have coffee and go home, implying that she couldn’t wait to get me into bed. I was bothered by what she’d said about us only having one thing in common. ‘We’re both widowed with children,’ I offered as I helped her into my truck. ‘We have the letters,’ she reminded me. I found myself wanting to add to the list of things we had in common, but. I have something to do this morning, but maybe I can come over this afternoon, if that’s OK?’ ‘Yes, that’s fine. I’m not planning to go out today.’ ‘OK, Sally, that’s great! I’ll see you later then.’ ‘OK, Jack. See you!’ After Jack hung up, he remained deep in thought for a couple of minutes. Even the sound of Sally’s voice had turned him on, and he pondered the idea of somehow getting her to fuck when he went to see her that afternoon. Furthermore, he thought about the possibility of getting. . Say it for me..." I breathed urgently as his warmth speared deeply into my womb. And he did, repeating that name over and over, staring at her gravestone and joining my orgasm with his.I felt guilty after that, after my lust had been assuaged and we were walking back to our car. My husband's seed burned inside me, and some I imagined spilled onto the ground, seeping into the earth to find Claire Marie. It was a sacrilege, I thought afterwards, doing that there, in that place. I wouldn't speak.