Black leggings, the coated type, skin tight. And, by God, suede ankle boots. I was trying so hard not to stare but it was impossible to avoid. She was...talking to another woman at a table where they were looking through a huge portfolio of black and white photographs but I was too far away to see them in detail. From my anonymity at the bar I found myself watching a drama unfold.Something seemed to go wrong. The portfolio was abruptly closed and zipped up. ‘Indy’ stood up, shouldered her bag,. I told her that she is still on my mind a lot. We stood there holding and kissing each other just like old times when she lowered her hand down to the bulge. God I miss that she said , my husband doesn't fill me like you use too.She was kissing me deeper this time before backing away.We started walking again when she stopped and said she misses the times we had sex. Through out the years it was great but that was because I wasn't living in town she said . Could we do it now with out it. Yes, some of the porn movies in the drawer more explicit than others, but none were of the hardest verity. In other words all of them were either of man/woman, woman/woman, though there were a couple of gang sex movies as well. But no bestiality or rape type movies.Before he could stop her, she had the drawer open and had picked up the top one. Fortunately, for him, there were no pictures from the film on the cover. She did read the description of the movie to herself. It was rather vague about. ” The thought of something different in their lovemaking routine excited Sara. It wasn’t that sex with Mark was boring, but it had become somewhat predictable. She always came and felt satisfied but was left often with fantasies of something different. “ “What do you have in mind baby?” “You will see. Soon enough.” His attitude was decidedly different and Sara was turned on by it. She could see from his throbbing hard on that he was into it too. “I just want you to lay back and relax. Let me.