When he was done in the bathroom, the situation would have been defused and the danger avoided."Yes," she panted. "Oh yes!"He increased the motion, go...ng faster and then, when she arched, he pulled his finger out and used three fingertips to whip back and forth across her clit as she gave an agonized groan of completion. Her heels came up and went hard into the mattress as she lifted her butt eight inches off the surface, her right knee slamming into the front of Bob's thigh. The high pitched. He found her pacing back and forth when he got home. He noticed her uneasiness the second he entered the apartment, and he flashed her a smile."What's eating you? You look like a caged lion."Sue returned his smile and crossed over to him, accepting his kiss; then she handed him a copy of the local underground rag. Ben set his attach case down and turned his eyes to the paper as Sue moved across to hang up his coat."In the classified; I circled it."Ben moved his gaze to the circled ad and read. But instead she told him of her magazine writing and how she worked mainly from home.When Dave told her of his wife having died three years earlier her heart went out to him, because it was clear it was a loss which he was still feeling. "She was six years older than my twenty one years when we married, and so much more mature. Everything I've done to please you this evening, I learned through her." She told him how honoured that made her feel. He was an architect, and laughing he told her that. I liked to think that we used to make love, but it was pretty clear on that last occasion, and maybe the one or two times before, that we were just fucking. The days of you loving me were over, and you just let me into your bed to use me for your own pleasure. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine with that too. But I always preferred it when we made love. You know why. You know precisely why. It’s been nearly two years since we last even spoke with each other. Things ended badly. It’s hard to be.