She drank a few good hearty gulps, I watched the stretch and pulsing of her elegant throat. After I had my refreshing drink, Laura stowed the bottle a...ay before turning to me, her eyes shining in the shadowed light. "You know what I like about you, Harry?"The question took me by surprise. My own thoughts had been dwelling on how cosy it was to be alone among the pines with this lovely lady. But all I could do was blush and shake my head at the question."Exactly that," she went on, "That. Just go. Leave me now. Her fingers pulled at the zip of his jeans as he pushed her down by her shoulders. Her hand reached in and fished it out. The rumours were true, it was big. Big, thick and angry.“Can you smell her?” Oh, the hypocrisy. He was punishing us for have an affair while even today he’d been fucking someone else. It was beyond belief. “Taste her.” Emma was still looking at me when she licked the length of his cock before taking it into her mouth, the mouth that I’d kissed, that. He hadn’t suspected Lauren was a widow, since she no longer wore her wedding band. He drew her out about her marriage and family, curious and finding himself in uncharted territory also. Peter Tallman knew he was a good-looking guy with a way with women, but his personal preference was for short and slim blondes, young ones, college age. Lauren was anything but that. She was over two years older than he was, a buxom brunette, and in heels could look him in the eye. Despite this, he had wanted. Do it more . . . you are . . . At the grind of your hips against mine You are . . . my . . . keeper . A sensual and erotic meaning. I answer my phone hello?. Tashinaku? Yes, who is this? Mikashi the voice on the other end said. I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. The room grew darker as the sound of his voice continued with the conversation. We should talk about last night why cant we just forget about it? because because why? I dont want to forget about you, and I dont want you to.