”I was just thinking about that when I felt Sarah wiggling her wonderfully tight warm sheath onto my throbbing cock. For the next 15 minutes or so, ...e let our actions do the talking for us. I let Sarah set the pace as I counter thrusted to match her up and down movement. The love I felt for her seemed to grow deeper every day and today our passion was at a fever’s pitch as we both climaxed together. We kissed softly for several minutes before we both fell asleep, still attached with her on top. ‘You’re supposed to love ME, not THAT,’ she’d say. Then she complained that he was not as passionate as he had been before they married, when she had actually tried to please him. Even so, he stayed with her long after he knew there was no hope or comfort there–because he couldn’t bear to give someone else the pain that he had known. It was only after he figured out that most people did not hurt that much, or that long, that he finally found the strength to leave. He tried to remain friends. Today the square was only visible through the gaps in the letters of the neon signs that covered the front of the building. If you stood in just the right spot you could see the illuminated ball that would drop at midnight through the middle of an O. "I have champagne if you promise not to spill it." My quip was rewarded with the hint of a smile so I poured her a glass. "Dom Perignon," I continued showing her the bottle, "wasting any would be a shame." This brought a smile and after the. I took a silent breath and inched my right hand up her thigh, closer and closer to the wonderful region I had longed so much for. I reached up above her mound and gently massaged her from outside her bathing suit. I switched my hand position so I was now massaging from over her right thigh, and as I slowly snuck my fingers down the front of the bottom half of her bathing suit, my left hand went up from her abdomen to her upper half.Her breasts were so small and cute in my hand, they weren't.