‘Could you come with me?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, putting his guitar down. ‘No!’ I jumped. ‘Bring that with.’ Christian looked at me inquisit...vely, but reached for the guitar and followed me back upstairs. I looked at him as he stood out on the balcony, in just jeans. ‘You’re missing something,’ I said. ‘Excuse me?’ he asked, staring at me incredulously. ‘I’ll be right back.’ I returned to the balcony with a cowboy hat. Silently, I moved him to the edge of the balcony, forcing him to sit on the ledge,. It was very unfulfilling to have only hurried intimacy. We couldn’t say all that we wanted to say or do all that we wanted to do. I couldn’t share with her the details of my day or report to her the progress I was making in as much detail as I used to. Our lovemaking had less and less foreplay and therefore less and less affection. Well, the affection was still there, it only felt like it was less because we could not have each other as thoroughly as we used to. In this case, reduced quantity. She had been approached, especially since her husband had passed, but no she wanted the one man she couldn't have! He was half way around the world which had been no problem when he was on active duty, that's when they had an encounter on an adult site. It had clicked between them. It had been her first time trying this sort of thing, encouraged by her husband whose health had prohibited any sexual activity, he had wanted her to have an outlet. Thinking of that night the flames that had burst. I slipped my right hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. I slipped one, then two fingers in my pussy hole. I knew how crazy it made a guy when I lightly caressed his ass, so I went for it while still swallowing him. He loved it. He started pounding faster and faster, bumping his abs and pelvis into my head with every thrust, as I kept swirling my tongue on his dick. He and I were getting mental – and so close to cumming. I was thrusting my own hips hard, pushing my fingers deeper and deeper.