This day is about to end. A whole another day awaits in front of us. He does not mind spending for me, but he minds my pain anyway. I was so happy to ...ave him.I smiled at him and palmed his cheek. I knew he did not see my smile and almost not feel my palm but I did it because I loved the time I had spent with him already. I then kissed his lips once and laid by him again.As you know, I am a very horny woman. The sexual needs of Omar is nothing to satisfy me. Imad is the perfect match for a. This was no different. My outfit consisted of a tiny pink skirt that did not cover my ass fully, no panties (obviously), a brand new buttoned crop top and no bra (even more obvious). The new crop top was a great find. The top had five buttons and with each one I undid, I showed off more and more of my cleavage. It also did wonders at pushing my tits up so I was even more on show. I chose to undo three buttons leaving very little to the imagination. If you were tall you could see down my top. No…a click. The door closing. I sit up in position, abandoning my blanket and sitting straight up, my feet beneath me, knees in front, then spread, my hands on the floor, and tits pushed out. Looking down at the floor. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, he usually uses body language, or signals to communicate with me. He speaks now and then, particularly if I’m really good – or really bad…I can’t look at him either,. " No. Don't be. I am well over it now, and to tell the truth he was never much of a husband. I would have liked children, but in retrospect it was better this way. Richard would have been a terrible father. More interested in my money, than me." That I find hard to believe." Marilyn's face lit up with a smile."Thank you. What about you?" I finished my coffee before I replied. Marilyn refilled my cup."I was married, but her mother thought I would never amount to much, so put lots of pressure on.