I followed her to a door which revealed a small apartment. I walked inside and noticed a musty smell of stale air. “I will open some windows no one ...as been here for a while” she said as I continued to explore my new surroundings. She opened the bedroom window then moved to the living room to open the balcony window which revealed a forest of tall buildings. Much of the view was blocked by a building across the way but it was a nice view of the downtown. I was still distracted by the window. We stayed in each other's arms as his hips kept moving slowly not wanting to stop. I didn't want him to stop either.Our days were now full of sex, playful sex, as we slowly became used to being with each other in these new and exciting circumstances. I often thought of my sister and her son as Kyle was inside me, thinking about how wonderful it was to have him as my lover and wondering if I should tell her.About three weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I was over at her house and she was. So gentle. Nothing he could do would be wrong... nothing... The rock-hard bulge in George's trousers twitched lewdly against her smoothly flat belly, and she felt the dampness between her legs renewed as her thoughts suddenly envisioned what the huge swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her love-starved cunt. There was no turning back now. It had been too long... much too long. And almost eagerly she let George draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more. I indulged Mohammed’s taste for coffee, and took the break as an opportunity to review with him the practical lessons learned so far that day. But not today. Today I was mesmerised by the woman at the next table. French. Had to be. Sunglasses. Little black dress — only the French can carry off an lbd in the afternoon — accentuating, not covering, impossibly long improbably tanned limbs. Matching soft brown suede ankle boots and belt. I couldn’t see the handbag, resting on an empty seat at the.