The gesture seemedsurprisingly demure and at odds with what little I knew of this woman.The thought was enough to bring a wry smile to my lips. I didn...t knowanything about her--not even her name. But I knew enough. I knew I lovedher. Ever since we fought, and hid together, and hungrily fell into eachothers' arms and fucked in the bushes, biting each others' flesh tosilence our cries as men with guns walked by and the bamboo swayed in thewind overhead and creaked and rustled.... From that first. Patience, anticipation. Sweet torture.#######He moved forward and I turned away as the bed moved, taking his weight. I held my breath. I felt the mattress depress with his weight between my parted knees. I only jumped a little at his hot touch. His hands stroked up my legs and curved with my bent-over body until his palms filled with my hip bones, and he held on firmly - as if to lock me in his grip. I felt the head of his cock at my the entrance to my nether lips, fat and hard. I was so ready. Of course we went to bed early and I showed her what her mother had taught me about undressing her, giving her an all over body massage, and then oral stimulation that ended with me giving her four orgasms with my mouth and tongue. When I did slip my cock into her I had secretly cum twice while giving her oral sex so I was fully ready to rock her world, and rock her world I did. I fucked into her missionary style, then doggy style, and finally with her ankles up around her ears as I filled her. You craved his desire like an illicit drug, consumed by a ravenous hunger that you had never felt before.Out of town on business for over a week, the sight of him at church sneaking into the final pew was one of shock. Shock interlaced with a giddy excitement, knowing he was so close yet so far, all in a place that represented everything other than him. Yet, you couldn't deny the ache that his mere presence caused and the thought of him back in your bed tonight.In a town renowned for its gossip.