There’s a purpose that wasn’t there yesterday. At work, everyone keeps asking me if I’m okay. I’m okay. I’ve never been more okay. Hell, I�...m great! At home, my husband senses the change. On some subconscious level I think he knows. When he begins his baby talk, I say, “Not tonight,” and go to bed. We’re sitting in the library. “So, what now?” he asks. “My place or yours?” “Mine. It’s more private. I’ll have a plane ticket waiting for you in the morning. Just leave the house for work and keep. I took a deep breath as he approached the shelter, he was a down and out drunk, he smelt bad and was bedraggled, unshaven, dirty and foul, but when he sat down my heart skipped a beat, as he lifted up my discarded soiled panties. Realising what he now held, he opened them out and put the soiled wet crotch to his nose, and drew long and deep, luxuriating in my sexual scents, drawing them into his being, before pulling the wet crotch into his mouth, licking and chewing, extracting my bodily. It feels wonderful to have it filling my mouth and throat - I hear you moan softly above the raucous fucking that is now going on on the screen behind me. I can sense that others are now looking on at me sucking you off in the middle of the cinema. It only makes me want to be naughtier and filthier with you! To put on a good show so to speak....You bring me up off your cock. You sit me on your lap, taking advantage of the fact that I followed your instruction to not wear any panties tonight -. You move closer together. Your lips touch and part slightly. You feel each other's breath, deep and warm. Your tongues touch and you taste your lover's mouth. You explore together in a deep passionate kiss. As you continue to kiss, you feel one another's mouth and the fullness of your lips. Tongues dart in and out, touching and retreating. A warmth envelops you. Your lover's warmth, growing warmer with each touch. You are wanted and desired. You are their only desire. Now Shawn, as you are.