Sixth button…seventh. How many more to go? Finally, the dress fully open, the white silk parted just enough to expose a hint of pink lace panties be...eath. Her body trembling as I part the folds, revealing her smooth curves now covered only in frail pink lace. Softly kissing…licking her ear, I run my hand over her breasts, caressing her belly, down to the triangle of lace stretched tightly over her secret place…my place. I can feel the heat of her even before I’m there, her panties already. Sometimes she imagined that he had approached a casting agency and hired actors of his own age and bearing his resemblance. He would instruct these people to silently invade her life, as if extras in an art-house film by some contemporary director, as the fellow on the tube, the man who takes dog out Sundays, the guy in front of her in the bank, that waiter… She sometimes even imagined that what he had told her he believed was true, that they were soul mates. This idea occasionally amused her,. He moaned, sliding his tongue inside of me. I wrapped both hands around it, re-familiarizing myself with its length and girth, testing the heat and strength of his intimate flesh. It was so hot, it felt like a branding iron in my palm. The curving shaft was dry, but the thick head was wet and slippery. I wanted to smell him, taste him. Instead, I moved my fingers over the head, spreading the wetness further down the shaft. It wasn’t enough. I undid my own pants one handed and shoved them down. He pulled the bike into the shop and Leah got off. "Come up front and let's get the paperwork out of the way. It will probably take a couple weeks to get to it and get it fixed." "A couple weeks! Shit I wanted to go on a Poker Run this weekend!" he said disappointed. "Well there's no way that will happen! It would take longer than that to get any parts in, if we had to order any!" Leah said. "I suppose so," he said. "Say where's the bathroom in here, I gotta take a piss?" he asked. "Here I'll.