“Are you scared?”“I haven’t...you know....”“I know.” He smiled, “Do you want to?”“Yes. I want you.”Michael didn’t need to be t...ld twice and he slowly lowered his lips to hers again as he positioned himself at her opening. Slowly he pushed his head into her, nuzzling her neck as he pushed past her hymen; in which case she bite his shoulder hard. Michael gasped; she was so tight and so wet...Slowly he moved in and out of her, afraid of hurting her. Josephine ran her fingers through his hair. Their dates had progressed well, they had shared a few kisses and caresses. One night, they agreed to linger and meet in the dressing room after the other k**s had gone. He kissed her deeply, his hands squeezing her breasts. She pushed his hands away gently. A few moments later he tried again. She pushed his hands away, but this time down, away from the thin T-shirt, onto her hips. He grasped clumsily at her ass, squeezing her thighs through the silk jogging pants, his hands sliding. His upcoming vacation was just one more argument against trying to save it.He studied the map thinking about his planned trip. He wished that he didn’t have to take it alone. That was still an argument for saving the marriage. In fact, it was slowly becoming the only argument for saving it.He picked up his cell phone and scrolled through his contact list. Finding the name he wanted, he started the call.“Hello, Bert, this is Paul.”“Hello, Paul. How are you doing?”“I’m doing fine. How about. What a freaking great top!”Yes, it is. She was wearing hot pink above and below, but there was not much to either. Her G-string looked even skimpier than ours, with just thin strings across the top of her cheeks and down her crack; the rest of her nice ass was in the air. Although she wasn’t showing as high a percentage of boob skin as we were, virtually all of both breasts below her areolae was bare. The bikini top covered the tops of her breasts through her nipples and just about to the.