’ ‘Yes,’ said Tom, ‘wine and cheese would be great. If you have any crackers, that would be good too, I am kinda hungry.’ ‘For you, my swe...t, all the crackers and cheese you want. Sit down and enjoy the lights and I’ll get everything.’ She lit a few more candles as she left the room. She was back in a few minutes with the wine and snacks. Tom pulled the cork from the wine bottle with the ease of an expert, something Pat always had trouble doing. He poured two glasses full and handed one to. Red hair and alabaster skin - she looked good in black. I'd have to see to it that she wore it often .... if I let her wear anything at all.I felt the warm rush, like the heat from a good brandy, the excited feeling that comes from knowing you are about possess something that you've always wanted.I watched her dance and chat and whisper to her friend Julie who brushed aside her shoulder length brown hair to offer her delicate ear. I smiled when the jock I had paid offered her the drink, smiled. Again I suck and nibble. My cock is hard.I back away as she rolls onto her back, both arms now above her head, her breasts exposed, soft and inviting. Now her right breast is calling me. I run my finger tips around her tummy button, then slowly up and through her cleavage before making a figure of eight around her breasts. Both nipples are now hard and pointing. Leaning in, I suckle her right nipple. Her right leg rises then drops slowly, pushing the duvet lower, revealing her wonderful, full,. My hand drifted from her belly to the knot that held it closed, parting it and traveling down between her legs where her pussy waited, soft and moistening."We're going to be okay," I said.She nodded, lifting herself to accommodate me as I entered her.She rode me slowly, listening carefully for the sound of Agatha coming back up the drive. We knew that we had minutes. It was what we had been living for all these months and we learned to take them when we could.The rhythm of our love-making.