Her movements were fluid. I had turned on the music she liked to make love to. She wore the outfit she was sure would tempt me. I pushed off the frame... silently stepping behind her. Her breath caught, the pulse in her neck fluttering wildly. My hands gripped her hips, my erection tight against her ass. I slid my hands up her sides and over her shoulders. My right hand slid down her right arm, pulling the spoon from her hand. I laid it down on the stove. My fingers laced through hers. My other. She loved her job. She loved the clothes she dealt with, she liked meeting the shop owners and their staff, who apparently had the same love of high quality clothing that she had. It was quite a high pressure job though, she was on the road a lot, hotels and motels were the norm for her, and she often got very tired. Fortunately she was very much her own boss (A bit like I was at home) She’d set herself an upper limit of two weeks away, and was usually home before that limit was reached. Her. She switched on the light and knelt up facing me. Her hand brushed my chest in small circular movements as she regarded me in silence for some moments before she spoke. "Poor you, you werent expecting this and when I explain you'll probably be even more confused but its perfectly all right. Hansi and Marika know I'm with you and they won't disturb us, Does that make you feel better?". Without waiting for me to reply she kissed me gently and at length, her hand lightly stroking my limp dick.My. I smiled. ‘It’s okay. I’m kind of over it,’ I lied. ‘Plus, he died doing something he loved.’ When he asked how, I told him everything. How he’d been racing his motorcycle in practice for a competition. How he hadn’t seen the obstruction on the road ahead, and how the collision with another bike killed him instantly. I fought my tears. Gradually, we returned to cheerier conversation, and it wasn’t until an hour and a half had passed until we noticed that our oars were floating far from the.