Donna didn’t talk much over dinner, but said she hadn’t been out much since her divorce. I told her that I hadn’t been out much since Emily died... either. Within a month or so, we started spending more time together. First it was just going out to eat together, because we were both lonely, and it was better than dining alone. Eventually, Donna invited me to her house for dinner. Later, I asked her to my house and grilled a couple steaks in the back yard. Little by little, we found ourselves. Giving you a very hungry smile I reach down with both hands, using one to lift your left leg and the other to take hold of my cock. I then tease you by running the head though your lips and pushing hard against your clit, making your moan my name. On hearing you moan my name, I position myself right at the entrance to your tight, hot wet pussy and look you in the eyes, then in one long movement I slide all the way inside you, as deep as I can. Having already brought you so close to a orgasm. Unless we want to find trouble, we need to make like smoke and get the fuck on!’ Fawnie took Duncan’s hand and carefully stood to her feet. His words served as a quick snap back to reality. He was right. With all the bombings and shootings going on in the city lately, it was best to avoid being out as much as possible. ‘You’re right, D. I’m ready, let’s get going.’ Fawnie released his hand and quickly collected her bags and rushed off the train. Duncan would grab his bags and follow. Luckily. I simply assumed that a married woman would have no interest in sleeping with anyone but her husband. Oh how wrong I was.My first solid indication that her flirting was not mere wordgames came on an early May night just before summer vacation. Roger called me up and told me that he, Fran and another couple, Candice and Bart, were going to take his truck to the drive-in to catch a movie. He wanted to know if I cared to go along."I don't think so." I told him. "I don't have a date or anything.".