“Very content.”“Then you’re going to hate me. I need to run some errands in town.”I rolled my eyes at him, and let out a soft groan. Despite...them being hidden behind my dark lenses, I knew he was aware by the way he grinned.“Come on. It won’t take long. Just throw on a t-shirt and some shorts. Leaving in five minutes."“I hate you,” I mumbled, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear.“I know.”I took my time, knowing that it would bug him. Hated waiting, so both Anya and I always made a. " I bit her lip hard before I claim her mouth as my animalistic nature starts to come more to the surface. " Yours," she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs hooking over my hips. She feels herself falling fast toward the edge and moans " OOOH..OOOH " as I bit her lip, tasting the barest hint of blood when we kissed. She was as rough as she could be with me, her nails digging in, scratching as her hips rocked against me. She loving the way I took her, loving the marks I left. I stood up when Anthony turned to me and said I did very well. He stepped back when the line of men made their way across the front and each introduced themselves as they shook my hand and took the opportunity to get a closer look at my breasts through my blouse. Very few of them even tried to hide it. I felt like several of them wanted me to know they were looking, wanted me to feel exposed, and I did.After it was over, all of the men left, I was regaining my composure and gathering my papers. We often spoke to each other during sex, even oral sex, which was our preferred method of satisfying ourselves and each other.Recently we had increased our gym nights from two to three each week, working out on the machines and enjoying the ever-present eye candy. For a couple in our forties, we were both in pretty good shape, if I must say so myself, and sweating and straining at the gym helped keep us feeling young at heart, plus it never failed to put us in the mood for the bedroom.