I later discovered she was having the first of the afternoon’s climaxes.She held my hand still, and gasped for air, and the hole got more sloppy wit... moisture.After a few minutes, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at me. “That was fabulous!”“Now kiss me!”I naively tried to climb up on the bed to kiss her cheek. But she pushed me off. “Down there” she said.Now if that had been piss earlier, I wasn’t keen on that idea. But her hand was on my shoulder and she pushed me between her. There was the back and forth flirting that was occurring more often and with increased intensity. Then she began writing me the most erotic, sexually pervasive letters imaginable, elegant and expressively detailed that despite their racy content would make the most seasoned of writers proud. Once I started reading the letters there was no turning back, her sexual attributes now taking a back seat to the fire and uninhibited passion of her words. Our so-called committed relationships. Our mouths met again, pushing roughly against each other.His hands ran up my sides and reached behind me to unhook my bra, releasing my heaving breasts as I reached into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock. He moaned into my mouth as I began stroking him gently. His body jerked and stiffened to my touch.“Stop,” he said breathlessly as he extracted my hand from his boxers.“What’s wrong?” I asked, fearing that maybe I was being too aggressive.“Nothing is wrong. Wait here,”. He moved his right hand around her while kneading her breast through her bra with the other. Slipping his other hand around her back he unclasped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. She let it drop to the floor. He gazed briefly at her magnificent tits. The areolas were dark pink and the nipples stood out almost an inch. Lowering his head he sucked a nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around. She moved her head back and let out a low moan. She reached down and unbuckled his.