We looked in each others eyes intently. My cock twitched, which was suffocated between our bodies. I adjusted my body in such a way that my cock stay ...etween her thighs. But my cock was an experienced one with an eye to it. It nestled over her pussy, along the pantie.I kissed her forehead, kissed her eyes, kissed her cheeks one after another, kissed her on her neck on her right side, went little up and took her earlobe between my lips and pulled a little. She moved her head, as if she wanted to. “What about your Mr. Robert?” “He’s not here, Henry; we are. And he’s my husband, and he will be in the morning, and he’ll still be my husband in a few days when he gets home again. I love him very much. This doesn’t change that.” “But…” “Ssshhh! I love you, too. I’ve loved you for many years, since I was old enough to know what it meant.” “Oh, girl! I love you too, your whole life. But not like this.” She was looking up, into his eyes, his warm, brown eyes staring into her startlingly clear. Obvious concern was in her voice as she asked, "Do you really feel up to it?" Sure," I said with a confidence that I hoped didn't sound too false. Frankly, I wasn't sure. Besides, I was never a particularly skilled dancer, but I found the prospect of holding this goddess in my arms so intoxicating that I was sure as hell going to try.She nodded, so I rose and held her chair while she stood. Shelly proved to be an excellent dancer and was skillful enough to avoid my clumsy feet. Actually, I. I looked out my large window one day anddiscovered to my delight the curtains of his bedroomwere wide open and there on the bed he lay asleep. Now I have always been a little shy when it cameto being a sexual woman, dressing in a conservativefashion to hide my very well toned body from theworld, but underneath those clothes was somethingentirely different. Who would ever guessed that thisfemale dressed herself in the sexiest lingerieimaginable. When at home, I have always spoiled myself.