This triggered a second explosion in her and she passed out with the intensity of it. When she finally woke again, the light was cracking through the ...urtains, her night dress was bunched up around her waist, pushed up from the bottom, her breasts bare. She looked across at Mike lying peacefully beside her, breathing steadily. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, her hand sliding down over his chest and stomach. She was surprised to find he was hard, really hard. After last night. She staggered down the hallway, feeling her way along the wall, until she came to Adam's door. She wavered there, unsteady, before the hallway stopped spinning enough for her to knock twice. "Adam?"When he didn't answer, she shrugged and headed back to her room to lie down. She collapsed heavily onto her soft comfy bed, rolling over until she could watch the steamy R-rated movie she'd put on. It was Valentine's Day and she was lonely, and more than a little horny. She was just starting to get. She grabbed her coffee and made her way upstairs. Her husband had left for his job and their son was now old enough for playschool. She was alone and determined.She sat on her bed drinking her coffee and thinking about the story she wanted to write. Nothing was happening in her imagination at all. Mary considered herself a sexual woman. She enjoyed it both with her husband and by herself but somewhere in her body was a desire to find a woman to make love to.She made great coffee and as soon as. His tongue and hands caressed my thighs, my breasts, everywhere except where I needed to feel him. My every muscle quivered, not knowing where his touch would fall next. Finally, I felt his penis again. He inserted just the head into me, slowly stroking in and out. Each stroke went a little deeper, a little faster, until he was pounding himself deep into me, groaning with each stroke. Deprived of vocal release, unable to wrap my arms or my legs around him, I could only thrust myself up to meet.