It was more of a command than a request. She sensed it in my voice, but she stood her ground and did not move from her position. She was standing betw...en me and the window, so her figure appeared more like a silhouette to me. As I watched her I saw that her shoulders were gently shaking. I went up to her. She was crying. What happened?” I asked. "Sar, I’m a poor village woman," she said, wiping her tears with her sari, "I don’t know anything about this world. Please don’t harm me…" I touched. "Joe you better listen to her. When it comes to being a pain in the ass, she's the best." Scott said with a grin.The four of them laughed to the point they became the focal point of all eyes in the Diner. A bridge had been crossed here and had taken some of the edge of tension of the next few days.After a usual Sunday mid morning of newspaper flipping, overseas communications and fax's Joe finally emerged from his office, confident he had completed his week's business. He went to the living. Straightening back up, he pulled out of me and I instantly missed him inside me. He dumped the used condom in the trashcan then picked me up and carried me to the bed. For a little while we just kissed, he gave me some more hickeys and then he got on top.Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra and finally took it off. Holding himself up on his arms, he trailed from my neck down with just his lips. Kissing, sucking, softly biting on my nipples. Going lower over my stomach, leaving a trail of. I'm not doing this for the wife, oh no, I'm doing it for myself and for any lucky lady that I wish I could encounter. I am close to finishing it and, of course, I am semi hard when Mrs Tabbycat arrives and stands there in her ski pants and tee shirt smelling great and admiring the view. 'That's a good idea; are you doing it because we're going on holiday soon?' 'Of course' I lied, as I would never admit that I am always on the lookout for sexy mature ladies to fantasise over especially when on.