It was an easy task to sense her underlying need to be explored in a way that underscored her base instincts to get down and dirty in the arms of a co...plete stranger. We both knew it absolved us from any recital of insincere promises releasing our coupling from the tiring emotions of binding love and devotion. I pressed into her soft posterior flesh with full altruistic need to give her kinky inner core the respite it needed in a vaginal focused world. She shuddered on the point of my tongue. She really had to stop that habit."Well ... I just wanted to talk to you!" About what?" Does it HAVE to be about something?! Can't we just ... talk?" Her eyes were pleading with him. She saw him sigh, and unzip his coat a bit more. That meant he was staying, at least. She took off her gloves, as there was no wind here and it didn't seem that cold. They were silent for a moment, then Julie spoke."I don't know much about you any more, Bill ... well, I know you like to read, I see you reading all. But she couldn’t break the grip he had on her wrists, and he bent her over the table, pressing in against her ass, wedging her against the table as she struggled, feeling his hard-on between her cheeks. He pulled off his belt and looped the belt once around one wrist, and then a couple of turns around both before buckling it tight. The game was up, and she rested her cheek on the table, looking back at him with that way she had. No smile, just watching and waiting. “So we are going to play. Never felt like a damn outcast when I was with you. Wish I could have done something to keep you from getting killed. Best I could do was kill the son-of-a-bitch that was responsible. Hope that's enough."Feeling extremely self-conscious, he remained for a minute or two more before making his way out of the graveyard. As usual, he kept his eyes fixed straight forward, trying not to notice what was going on to the sides. It helped when he couldn't see the people staring at him or darting.