The day before any tour was hectic. ‘Hello’ ‘Christine’ ‘Yes I know about a year or so now.’ ‘The next time I’ll be in the City. Ah We...nesday.’ ‘Sure. Just let me write it down.’ ‘Ok, I’ll see you then.’ God! I had been down this road before. Would I never learn? The memories came flooding back to me the joy, the sorrow and the pain. I had first met her by the swings at a little park just inside the old walls of Quebec. I had my daughter with me on a business trip and she had wanted to go to. They came to a stop in front of a one-room house older than all the others, made from old stone and wood, but well-maintained despite its age. No power or phone lines led from the street or overhead poles to the house.Maria stood waving to them in the wooden doorway, wearing a modest black evening dress, being illuminated by the light of an old camping lantern she was holding. A simple gold cross on a chain hung around her neck and an emerald ring around the middle finger of her right hand were. .. the triggers were mainly emanating from her visual displays and sensed energy of heightened sexuality... as they slowly unfolded witnessing her lose herself in the moment... and this is what connected to a familiar past and enjoyable experience...so for the rest of the day my brain remained extremely sexually pumped... despite some quick masturbation sessions, it remained very active... it replayed all sorts of random past sexual episodes in my head... with various partners at first and then. In this position, I had all the weight on my legs (not my hands), so thrusting is easy. And this position gives excellent stimulation of her G-spot. I began slowly thrusting into her moist vagina. The feeling was unbelievable and I wanted it to last forever. I couldn't believe that I was finally making love to this beautiful woman! I kept on thrusting slowly and only a few inches in. I felt, with my penis, that ball on the roof of her vagina, which I guessed was her G-spot. I made sure to.