He was getting hard feeling her bottom against his cock and her breasts in her hands. Gently, slowly, he lifted her and settled her on his cock. He sl...d in easily, inch by satisfying inch. His hands held her hips and moved her on him, slowly until they both came in a gentle wave of pleasure. She leaned back against him, their bodies slick with soap and water. His cock still embedded into her. ‘When did you know it was me?’ ‘At the end, when I saw the scar on your chest, right before you. Until I got so caught up in the story I had to finish it, which rather broke the flow of my own writing. It was almost a relief when my phone rang."Ted Pearson," I said."Mr. Pearson, it's Philippa Abbott." What can I do for you, Philippa?" I'd like to talk to you again. Could we meet?"Did I want to? I'm a sucker for damsels in distress – Katherine knew, and loved me for it, but she also made sure I wasn't tempted to stray. I had no insurance, now. But yes, I did want to; there was something. Ineeded the basin to wash off my makeup and John was usingit! And anyway, I looked great, and had gone to greatlengths to get my look right. When John left I would havehours in the house on my own.I heard him finish. Please leave, I thought. I heard himstop outside my bedroom door."Hey Bern. Can I meet her? Just a quick hello..." No!" I said."Aw, come on, we're old mates ? I've already said hello toher."I stood at the door. It couldn't be locked. I felt Johnpush the door open. I pushed against. I think he felt it too because it began to get a little bigger. When he finished I took the basin back into the bathroom and emptied it. As an after thought, I wet a washcloth under the water tap and went back to wipe him off.Again he jumped when I touched him. "Wh - what are you doing? God damn that's cold!" Just cleaning you up a little. Why don't you have any hair on your body? Is it some sort of disease?" No, I use to swim competitively and we used a depilatory to take off the hair. I still.