I don’t want to plan. I don’t want to talk. I want to lose myself in you, in your breathing, in your touches and your kisses. I just want to feel ...nd react and turn myself over to my senses. I wore my red lace bra and panties just for you. I want to watch your hands as you remove them from my body. I want to watch your eyes follow the garments as they fall to the floor and then come back to meet mine. I want to see how much you want me.I want to reach out and touch your face and feel the heat. There were five diamonds, a larger one — maybe a half carat — with a smaller one on each side and smaller ones yet on the outside. It looked kind of old fashioned and expensive — though I'm certainly not an expert. It was the kind of ring that could have been just a piece of jewelry or possibly an engagement ring.Her finger on the first name in the list, she blurted, "That's my name!Confused, I looked down at my notepad where she was pointing. "Felina? That's really your name?" Yes, that's why. Are they his tears?! He misses me too. I know it. I finally shut the door. I slip off my shoes on to the rug and begin the climb up the stairs. The king sized bed is made perfectly on his side. Not another man shall ever share it with me. I promise this. I strip down to nothing but my bra and panties. I reach for the nightgown that he had bought me. I plan to make dinner. But all I can do is hold the gown against my barely beating heart. It should cease. I love him. I am nothing without him.. ‘You didn’t cum YET?’ Tracey asked me. I shook my head and smiled at her. ‘I wanted you to cum first, if I want to keep the lady coming back for more, got to take good care of her,’ I said. ‘Oh, I am definitely coming back for more, but I am not going to be a lady about it,’ Tracey sighed. She got on all fours and wiggled a delicious ass at me. ‘I saw you checking out my ass earlier, fuck me from behind and be a bit rough, spank me or pull my hair, use me like your own personal little slut!’ I.