The passion was all but gone, now it was more of satisfying an a****l need in both of them, instead of an act of giving and taking between lovers. He...rarely would engage in any type of foreplay, ten years of marriage had changed his disposition. She knew what she needed, and she knew what he needed and she had never strayed from that before. Things were different now.She could feel him quiver a bit with each hard thrust. Almost like a steady beat he pressed himself to her. She looked. I was now stood in front of this lovely older man in my sexy lingerie, my cock protruding proudly from my panties. I knealt in front of him and kissed him again, now between his legs. I lifted his t-shirt over his head revealing and impressive body. I rubbed my hands over his chest and gently pulled at his nipples before moving down his body and unbuttoning his jeans, I slid his trousers down his legs and removed them completely. I rubbed his hard cock through his boxer shorts before removing. Alas, I’m not cheap and certainly less so back then but day after day, I would look at the games and day after day, he would stare at me.Eventually he would up his game and end up taking me back to his place, I just sat in the living room while he made some coffee.Coffee isn’t my thing so i just watched him, dissearning what he may be like, if he was up to the challenge, as it were.Almost as if he couldn’t contain himself, he started undressing me right there in the living room. I felt so. This is embarrassing but I’m kind of afraid to sleep. I don’t want pills.”I wasn’t sure why I was telling Peter this. He was a friend but not a close friend. My close friends were still in Boston. Only Matthew was here and he was gone. That didn’t make sense. Pete was sympathetic and had nice eyes.“My mom is a nurse. What are the dreams like? Sometimes bad dreams are a reaction to medication.”Did I want to talk about this?“Um. In the dreams, I can’t move and someone is on top of me. It actually.