“Oh God” Melissa sighed “what must you think of me?” “It is ok” said Ron “I think you are beautiful, no, absolutely gorgeous”. “Oh R...n” Melissa said and she kissed him ever more passionately than before. “Ron, would you be shocked if I told you I am feeling horny?” Ron laughed “honey, I have been horny from the minute you walked into the bar”. “Well Ron, what do you want to do about it” Melissa whispered. “Well” began Ron “I want to take you somewhere private, tear your clothes off and make. How warm is your body against mine? How soft? When we first come together, arms tangled, do you squeeze tight like an excited child? Or does your body fall softly around me, just a tired girl looking for a place to nap for a spell? How does my cheek feel against yours in that embrace? How soft the friction between our faces? Do you notice the stubble on my chin? Do you rub against it like a cat scratching itself, marking your territory? Or does that bristling sensation cause you to shy away?. Do I pick one out in the supermarket and get myself arrested for propositioning her on the spot? Probably not a good idea… Go to a bar and try to pick one up? Even if I could get enough time out of my wife’s sight to go to a bar, I can’t imagine a twenty something year old taking me seriously. There’s nobody at work for me to hit on, they’re all either as old as my wife, or fat, or ugly, or as stupid as a cow, or all of the above. I can always hope the boss will hire a looker but there’s not. Still struggling to breathe as she slumped back down, we continued to kiss and touch each other before i picked her up my hard cock slowly rubbing against her wet pussy while i suck on her neck and grab her ass while i pinch her nipples, i pick her up in my arms, i feel her warm silky wet lips against my hard knob and have to breathe deep, "i don't want to come before i even slide my cock inside her" i thought, yet i was lusting to fill her tight little snatch full of my hot man juice. looking.