She pulled it over her head swiftly, leaving it lay on the floor where it had landed. Waiting stiffly for him to finish his appreciative inspection of...her nakedness, she clenched her jaw and vowed that someday, somehow, he would pay with his blood. His palm, hot and sweaty, on the back of her head urged her toward him. The pungent aroma of his sex invaded her nostrils, nauseating her with its hated significance. The warm tip of his erection brushed her lips and she automatically opened her. Anne waved, gunned the engine and drove off, leaving Stan waving back. – – – – – – – – – – On Friday, at lunchtime, Stan and Anne once again ate together. Neither made much in the way of small talk, they were, instead, deep inside their heads. Stan emerged from his reverie, thought of something, and asked… ‘Anne?’ ‘Yes, Stan?’ ‘Where are we going tonight? We haven’t discussed it.’ They looked at each other, and Anne giggled. ‘Oh, let’s go down to the Mitre and get sloshed. It’s a Friday, we can. I was dying for more, had to have more. My own hand would never keep me sane for three weeks. I needed her, had to have her today.Yesterday, Saturday, I'd been giving her hints. Even with the kids in the next room I'd grab her, fondle her, playfully be a PITA. Hinting at what I needed.This morning she told me that Grandma would be taking the kids out. That meant we'd have two, maybe three hours to ourselves, so rare, so precious. Knowing that for her that meant maybe we could go Christmas. " She explained while moving away from me.As she closed the door, I switch on the TV and attempted to findsomething sports related. It's only 9 but I could easily fall asleep tothat. She must have the extended satellite package or something because Iheard the water shut off before I found anything remotely interesting. Ikeep surfing and stumble upon what looks like a softcore porno. I lingerfor a second and then I hear her sitting on the armrest to my right.I jump, "Uh, I swear I was only just.