My dear Richard I so enjoyed our few hours together today and, to be honest, I didn’t want you to leave. I only spent ten minutes or so with Charlie...after you left because, truthfully, I wanted to be on my own with my thoughts. And I wanted to send this message. Strangely, when I’m writing to you, I feel as though we’re close and not separated by miles. Know what I mean? Anyway, honey, it WAS lovely and I’m glad you persuaded me to go along with our meeting. That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped. I think the idea of Boston's South Side scared her more than she would admit. Regardless, she and I parted at six PM, with plans to meet at ten. I hoped I could make it.As soon as Elspeth was out of sight, I headed to a resale shop two blocks away. This was not my old neighborhood, but it was close enough I knew the major points. There, I bought an outfit—men's khaki slacks, golf shirt and, most importantly, a worn leather jacket. It was not quite my old ratty jeans and torn T-shirt, but there. I inserted my tongue in her mouth and got nice response from her. She said, ‘Oh, Harry, come on take my clothes off. squeeze my boobs hard, smash them come on.’ I started to squeeze, suck, and pinch her boobs.. and was kneading her nipples alternating between the two. I started to rub my had on her pussy above her jean, and she started to moan,, ahh ummm uhhh feels nice.. i cant wait longer.. please fuck me… I immediately took her jeans off and grabbed her pussy with her soaked panty on and. Spotting a glint of the ring brought me out of my trance and back to reality. This was still my wife no matter what I pretend it to be. I looked in the mirror. It was a brave face, troubled and enduring what she must. There was a streak down one cheek where a tear had run.Technically, I think Jeremy kept the same pace and strength as he fucked my wife. But after seeing her face it seemed more brutal, as if he was trying to conquer someone as his wife had directed. It went on and on. After.