Maybe Ronnie had moved? He awoke with a raging hard-on. He gazed at Ronnie in the half-light and thought she looked so beautiful. A strand of hair was...stuck to her cheek. Ronnie perhaps felt him move. In a sleepy voice she murmured. The slumbering naked wife asked why he was up. Soon they were kissing again. Rob couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help it. They were languid and it all felt like slow motion. Rob climbed on top of her warm body. They pulled the covers tightly about their necks making. One day, just after midnight, the restaurant had closed and I was the last one there, cleaning and putting away the chairs. I was wearing my black jeans and white blouse. I was sweating after the busy day in the French sun and my feet were sore from waiting tables all day. The owner of the restaurant was there too, a handsome Frenchman in his late 30s. He had tanned skin and an excellent physique, which pierced through his tailored black shirt, muscles bulging as he counted the cash behind the. That hadn’t bothered him. None of them had been keepers, either, for one reason or another.Then Mandy had come along, appearing out of the blue, part of one of Ryan’s misguided attempts to live his life.This woman had gotten under his skin. It was terrible, tragic because he knew there could be no future for them, as a couple. She wasn’t in the right place, and even if she was, she wouldn’t choose him ... just like all those other women hadn’t chosen him. Not for anything except a light fuck. I let my arms sink into the bed underneath her shoulders, kissing her again as I backed myself out before slowly pumping back in again. Evie had a sharp intake of breath as I did this, followed by a light giggle and a happy sigh. "This feels pretty good, actually."I just smiled and kept on going.Gradually, we picked up the pace, going faster and harder until Evie was bucking her hips at me to capture more of my meat with every thrust, and I was pistoning in and out of her like a well-oiled.