When I pushed the last few seeds off with the tip of my tongue she let out the long breath she was holding and whispered, “Oh my God, that was so er...tic and…and I want to try it again. Cut another melon!” She pushed the flat of her tongue against the gooey seeds and closed her eyes, imagining what, I didn’t want to know. Seeds squished to the sides and some got pushed out of the cavity and off the end, but over all…it was another disaster. Exasperated and impatient, I grabbed the bottom of her. “Can I have some of that cilantro now?”“Yeah, sure, whatever you need.” Mel was definitely fidgety.I scraped the choppings into the sauce and stirred firmly.“Mel. Just be truthful with me. Please? You showed me your diary for a reason, you wanted me to know about you. So just… let me know.”“Alright,” she said quietly. “It’s over. But I’m kind of afraid of him. I was so… attached to him… back then. Maybe dependant is the better word. I don’t want to go back to him, to that. But at the same. ’ ‘It’s not just my career, Jenny, you know why I’ve never married.’ ‘I’m not going to pretend I don’t understand you Mark, you’re saying you’re still carrying a torch for me.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘A few moments, once…and all these years you’ve hung on to that?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why, why hang on? I’m not the only woman in the world and…’ ‘I’ve looked for you in other women and never found you.’ ‘Foolish Mark and a waste of time, there’s only one me and it’s ridiculous and unfair to look for one person in another.’. As she walked over and drew the curtains to block the view from backyard, I reached into my jeans and straightened my cock. We stood in front of the love seat and after another deep kiss she stepped back and unbuttoned her dress. Her dress slid back over her shoulders and dropped to the floor. She stood in front of me in her cotton panties and nodded. There were no words. It was a motion for me to remove my shirt and I complied.When she stepped forward and pressed her mouth and tongue into.