He moved his hips slowly, getting me used to being filled with a man again. He was big and hard, but gentle when he pushed past the entrance into my ...ody. ‘I didn’t know tight you were,’ he said through gritted teeth, amazed he could speak. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked tenderly, stilling his hips. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ ‘Yes,’ I panted, gripping his ass, urging him to continue. ‘Just don’t stop. I feel good.’ He swore. ‘I can vouch for that.’ He slid his hands under my ass, pulling me up. At first she played for her sadness, heavy bitter notes written long ago by others unlucky in love. But as she noticed him, she no longer needed to fill the void inside. Rather, now she felt something bright and hopeful mending the hole in her heart. She played songs of of the seasons and heavens, and oceans. Each time she saw his lovely, handsome face in the window she felt a little warmer and new again. Yet, soon the songs of other weren’t enough, so for the first time she began to compose. “What kind of problem?” He said, visibly taken aback by my voice and the cleavage view I was giving him, sitting while he stood.“My husband.” I could see his gears turn. “Just isn’t getting the job done in bed.” He almost gulped at what he knew was coming. “I’ve seen you in class. You’re very handsome you know, and I can tell you stare at me when you don’t think I’m looking at you.” He did gulp now, and I could see the rather large bulge in his crotch. I unbuttoned another button in my blouse,. When I came here, this could have made me scream in pleasure but now i had much adapted to it. I could remain silent and enjoy it. He was holding my left hand with his and squeezing it, rubbing its palm with his thumb. I was smiling at him.After a while, he took my face in his hand and tried to kiss my lips. I turned my face away, saying,-imad…no!--why not?--someone might see us--it is enough dark yet. Nobody is gonna see us. Come on-I hesitantly agreed and we kept French kissing for a while.