Your hand gently kneads my left breast as both heat and moisture build between my legs. I bow my back and press my hips into yours, longing for you to...feel the telltale signs of the craving that swells in my belly. With a sudden mind of their own, your hands roam over my body, squeezing, kneading, groping, as your hunger echoes back the intensity of mine. Your fingers trace the familiar trail from my nipples to my warm, wet cunt; and as you press into me, I exhale in a low growl. Increased. Really look forward to seeing you again."My cock slowly started growing hard thinking about her sexy body and wondering what her body would look like naked on my bed. As I replied with my right hand, I started stroking my cock with my left. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Would you like to join me for lunch, gorgeous?" I asked. Thinking of her lips being around my cock deepthroatting me, while awaiting her reply. Soon she replied and with excitement of opening her message I stroked my cock. She was in fine form, introducing me to people, fetching my drinks and generally treating me like royalty. As you know I've always described her as gorgeous or beautiful, but somehow these words didn't do her justice that night, stunning was the only word I could think of to describe her, oh and downright bloody sexy as well of course."Anything else to eat Danny?" she asked and ran her tongue sensuously around her lips while I just sat there and drooled.Several times during the evening, she sat. I lost Don to cancer when I was thirty-nine and I mourned him for two years. Then I started dating and four years later I met and married Dion. Dion had two sons: Phillip who was nineteen and going on twenty, and Todd who had just turned eighteen. Almost from day one Dion was on me for the way I dressed around the house and I shrugged it off. That is I shrugged it off until I finally figured out what Dion's problem was - he was afraid of what might happen - he was jealous of his sons and he was.