I take a moment to admire your arse. What sane man wouldn’t? Then ever so gently, barely touching you, I run my hands over the swell of your hips. S...owly and patiently I let them move their way down your legs, past hemline, over stocking covered thighs and calves until they reach journey’s end at your feet. I smile as they are quite appropriately, for tonight, wearing the most stylish of fuck-me pumps. Bent over as you are it’s easy to grasp each ankle and widen the distance between your feet. I got married to a really sweet guy, and I have two wonderful sons whom I love very much. I have a good-paying job that I really like. My husband was in the military and shipped out overseas. He died three years ago in an accident aboard a ship. It wasn’t combat-related; someone just got careless.For those thinking I’m all messed up mentally or something, sorry, I’m just fine there too. I really don’t understand all the judgmental attitudes out there. For Pete’s sake, we are all adults. My. "Are you going to talk out of place again?" She asked simply, back to the pleasant half-whisper. I could feel her moving around me, but it didn't prepare me for the coolness of the knife blade against my skin as she ripped the panties away from my body. Fully naked, I tried to squeeze my legs shut as tightly as I could as if to guard myself from her view, although at this point there wasn't much more humiliation pure nudity could inspire in me. "Or are you finally learning?" I didn't rise. Gently he leaned into her, pulling her close, consuming her ready lips. But it was her turn to explore his mouth. She ached to learn every inch of it, wanted to feel the pleasure in the touch of her soft lips against his of her tongue as it danced with his. When she felt as if she had given ample attention to his lips she moved her focus to his neck, then farther down. When her sweet lips crossed the path of the buttons on his shirt, she slowly opened it, wanting nothing more in that instant.