A deep passionate kiss followed, which seemed to go on forever. She whispered to me, 'I have been so desperate to do that for so long but was scared o... losing you as a friend as well as a lover'. It was right. We were meant to be lovers. Since that time we developed our relationship to one of passion, fun, wild sex, whatever takes our fancy really. We used to meet up for the afternoon about once a week. She emigrated to Canada many years ago now. David never knew about her.I used to work as a. We spent a great hour together in her room. Because of her lack of self-esteem about her body, I took extra time to adore her entire body before entering her. I kissed back and front from head to toe. I massaged her all over as I moved up and down her soft skin.She insisted on getting on her knees and sucking my cock before we fucked. Her beautiful face looked into mine. I ran my hands through her hair and pulled her mouth toward me. I tried to get as deep as I could into her throat without. No need to hold back or worry about harming her. I loved passionate and meaningful sex, but sometimes it was nice to let my primitive, animalistic side out and fuck as hard and fast as I could.Using all my strength and speed, I fucked her relentlessly, her tight pussy flowing with juices. She screamed her joy and encouragement as I pounded her from behind with increasing need and strength. I looked over her shoulder at our reflection in the tall, thin dressing mirror mounted on the wall. The. You stood there in the wet. Feeling the drops hit every part of your body. Warm rivers of rainwater flowing from your shoulders to your thighs. You're body shimmering in the patchy light left filtering through the tree tops. I stood and did my best to lift you off the ground on to the bench. You body now a foot above mine, your wet hair dangling down into my face, the rain the only sound. You lean in and kiss me.It seems like a small moment, a tiny movement, your naked body pressed to me, our.