”“Too bad for them. Buffalo will be lucky to have you.”Her expression melted into a warm smile. “Oh, Matt ... You’re too sweet. And maybe it...��s not that hard,” she mused.“What?”“Finding someone you dig ... Sure, you had to go to Montauk, and maybe I’ve just been lucky, but there’s two guys in my town that I really dig.”“You better get out of my bed before Colin catches you here saying things like that to me.”She suddenly pulled me down against her, hugging me tightly into a little cavern made of. I felt like avirgin. On our wedding night I don't think I lasted more than thirtyseconds the three times we made love. It was particularly hard wearing itin the mornings while I was still in Lusaka and Heidi was at the safarilodge and the text would come in the morning telling me how one of herloves had enjoyed her pussy or lips the previous night.Since her notice time was six weeks and our marriage was set for fourweeks away, after we were married she had to return to complete the finaltwo. Holding onto my belt she moved to it, sat and pulled me on top of her, kissing me deeply again. Trying not to lose my balance I put out a hand , which landed in her lap. She hiked up her skirt, exposing her pantyhose clad thighs. One look at the black lace panties and I was clawing at her stockings, shredding then at the crotch. My fingers were rubbing her almost visible pussy lips through the fabric. She urged me on, pulling aside the flimsy lace, letting my fingers feel the moisture and heat. I was also alone, which wasn't in the script so I staggered to the bathroom, relieved myself, showered, shaved, cleaned my teeth, slipped on a pair of shorts and followed the fragrant bacon aroma to the kitchen."Hi there," Ruth trilled, sounding a great deal too cheerful for someone who had consumed enough booze the night before to earn the grudging respect of Dean Martin in his prime. "Life is great, the sun is shining and I got my rocks off with a young lover," she said, laughing and flinging.