"Here's what I want. My husband's been gone for a week and a half, and we are going to have a lot of very personal things to discuss. We often talk ab...ut very personal things while we're out driving, but since he's been gone, we'll probably have more to talk about than usual. I want you to take your time getting us to this address. Do a nice job driving us around and don't let anyone interrupt us." "Little lady, it'll just be us. Do you and your husband do this kind of thing very often? Or, is. "Yep." Why don't you wear sports bras when we play football?" Because you guys are such pussies that it doesn't take athletic effort to beat you. Get back to my spine."The clasp finally snapped. I'd broken it completely, but at least it was off. I didn't know if she'd heard it break, but I doubted she'd care if she knew. I pressed lightly into her back. Unlike with the knots, my movements now were slower, more sensual. I worked from her tail bone to her neck, and back down, repeating the motion. It was incredible. I put on the shoes next.They were those black and white patented shoes like schoolgirls woreback then, with just a little heel in them. Finally, the piece I hadbeen waiting for. The skirt! It was the typical Catholic School uniformskirt, red and black plaid with big pleats that went to just above theknee. The way it felt to walk, with the skirt swishing around my legs,I was in complete contentment. I felt right for the first time in along time, maybe ever. I finally walked to. Tom is such a caring and passionate man. He also has his needs. Tom and I are a perfect match in so many ways, not all are sexual. We complete each others thoughts. We have the same desires to be loved, and fulfilled with passion. I was withering and almost incoherent as I beg Tom to please give me his all. I want to feel him inside of me. To be one with him as we melt together in our passion and love for each other.Tom releases my pearl and looks up at me. I am his beautiful Delilah and he.