His dreams were more like nightmares. He dreamt often of himself in the frozen north, his rifle slick to the touch from ice, with hordes of wild Russi...ns attacking and killing him in every imaginable way. No, Kurt did not dream of girls. He was determined to outlive the war and, by any means at his disposal, to survive. He had landed into a cushiony job and he meant to hold onto it. But, strangely, he did like the girl Ruth and he knew that she was watching him, that she was wanting him. It. She fucked me hard til I came inside her, and I never mentioned my suspicion.The following day, she called me and said she had a bunch of work to finish that she didn't get to do over the weekend because of the conference. She was going to be an hour late. I new she wasn't working late, and that she was fucking her boss. I drove to her work to see what I could see.She works on the ground floor, has an office by the window. It was dimly lit as I peeked in. Nothing. Empty. I walked around the. . and all that goes with it.By the time I finish all this, I am ready for a shower, and some lunch. I hardly ever eat breakfast ... just the way I am.Wow ... I can see now why so many readers gave me hell about taking so long to get to the sex in chapter 1.But, it's all about context, and I love context.Whatever ... onward and upward.So, I just put together a couple sandwiches and wolf them down, and then head for the shower.I come out with just a towel around me, and just set on the couch to. Not once did she disclose the heat of being horny as you grew older while your husband barely looked at you any longer. And when he did, it was for his selfish need to get off and not to give pleasure. Was my mother happy in her marriage, was love and marriage enough?My husband is home so rarely now, my son having free reign to my body and I love my life like I never did before. The first orgasm I ever had with a man inside me was with my son. Never did the woman, that I had been, ever imagine.