"He sighed painfully, thinking of the fictitious death of his wife-- and hoping that Agnes would kick the bucket in reality. "Yes, I've raised Eddie a...one for three years now. Cancer." How terrible." Some of her resistance melted as she looked at his sad, handsome face, and she said: "Would you like a drink?" That would be very kind, Carla. Whatever you're having." Brandy over brandy," Carla said lightly, and went to fetch another glass. McDonald sat down, drumming his fingers along the back of. Slowly he rubbed his cock up and down my own hard shaft as we built towards an explosive orgasm. Our tongues danced with each other and our embrace tightened as we both felt the fever of unrestrained desire well up in us. "I want you, my darling sweetheart" he husked, kissing and licking all the while. I knew what he meant and had been anticipating it excitedly for about a week now. Truth be told I needed to be fucked and I wanted him to fuck me. NOW! but I had never done this. You could. Every word from her mouth was a delightful sound, the way she said "jumpah" for shirt and "mo-bile" for cell phone. I was so hard and excited I was afraid I might cum too soon. As I slid my hand up to cup her soft moist puffy pussy, she gasped as my finger slid along her soaked slit. Slowly opening her lips as it slid up to gently cares her engorged clit, it elicited a deep moan. I was on the verge of erupting myself at the smell and feel of this lovely woman in my arms. She pushed me back on. And then she wrote back to me. Wondering if...Wondering if I was as hard writing to her, as she was wet reading what I wrote to her. Yes, I guess I was. No. I definitely was.But I was married. End of that fantasy. Another case of blue balls.Back to dinner. We went out for dinner and sat across from each other in a booth. Mid-way through the dinner, I looked down under the table and noticed her boots. I think some women call them the “come fuck me” boots. Very sexy. Did I dare? I hesitated, but.