" She nodded in agreement, unable to speak. She hadn't been able to concentrate all morning because of last night.He took her to this new little café...she had never been to before. She had never seen anything like it. It was a normal little café, except it had curtains around the tables, for complete privacy. She was nervous, but more excited, not knowing what was going to happen next. They were seated in a corner, placed their order and when the soup and sandwiches were delivered the waitress. I was going to have to be a good actor not to reveal just how upset and worried I had been."Hi ... you go for a walk?" I asked as casually as I could manage."Yeah," she said in the tone of voice I had been more accustomed to. "I finished the laundry and hitched a ride into town. I walked around, had a quick lunch and came back. We should be seeing our guys pretty soon."Everything was back to normal, or so it seemed."I didn't mean to upset you this morning," I said, hoping I wasn't reopening a. "You little witch, that's my purple thong, from Victoria's Secret," I said.She grinned, and then she slowly rubbed the thong onto her pussy. Making sure it was really wet with her juices. Then she slowly took it off, and threw it to me."Make sure you don't wash that," Jeanette said.I just grinned for a minute, and then she got down on her knees. I laid down on my back, and lifted up my skirt. She saw the other thong from Victoria's Secret I had, and her mouth began to water. She got down on her. Our eyes were closed. Our hearts beat the same rhythm. It was an amazing phenomenon that I have never experienced with anyone else and I invariably do with her. Five minutes of holding closely and our bodies move to the same universal clock, our hearts, tired of being unfilled for so long, became full beyond imagining. Loving her is the single most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. I wrote her this poem: something in you opens something in me that when our selves combine makes .