He was. He finally reached me and placed one hand over the top of my shoulder so he could lean his body near mine, over the statue too. I felt my brea...hing get faster and heavier, and my eyes diverted upwards to his. "I'm Jack" He spat, his voice sounded angry and I raised my eyebrows, maybe he didn't like me? "Sapphire" I smiled innocently before turning my attention out the window, he took none of it and moved his hand to cup my cheek and place my eyes with his.The next thing i knew he was. ‘You know you don’t have to come here every week, don’t you?’ she said with her accompanying smile. I smiled back at her and shook my head, knowing that she didn’t expect me to answer. I looked at the dark haired, middle aged beauty before me, seeing her flawless skin that still had no visible wrinkles, even though she was perhaps 15 years, or more, older than I was. I looked at my own face in the mirror shortly before turning my eyes away, glad that my age was not yet showing and still annoyed. She played the part well, scripted and robotic, just like our lovemaking. But I wanted and needed someone I could share inappropriate laughs over the silliest things, a sense of excitement that goes with breaking the rules. I thought the time Andrea and I spent at the photography retreat was just a one-time deal until we kept in touch over email, text and phone. She became more open about her feelings, her sexuality, and I just had to have her again and again. She brought out this side of me. She moved her toy back to her pussy, and as she fucked her pussy with her toy, she fingered her ass. She was so fucking hot and wanted him there with her. She wanted him to have her on her hands and knees, his cock rammed inside her wet pussy, his finger in her ass. She came again. Her body shook with the pleasure. She knew then that she was spent. As she lay there smiling, her body all sated, she started thinking again. What is it with women that we think so much she wondered? Why can’t I.