“It’s ok I’m ready for it.” she tells me. Pushing hard against her I feel her tear as I sink another inch or two into her. “Oh...God!!” she screams out wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly as a tear falls from her eye. “Give it a minute and it will start to ease up and feel better.” I reassure her. Soon I start to feel her begin to move her hips slowly back and forth against me. Laying her back gently I slip an arm behind each of her knees and slowly raise her. " It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Jennifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de Nostredame!" You read Medieval French?" Jennifer asked skeptically."Naturellement," Marie-Renee said. She eagerly began to skim through the book. There were only a few entries; evidently it had been prepared shortly before the seer's death. As her companion studied the book, Jennifer began to look around at the. Let's make that perfectly clear. I don't normally cheat on my husband. Fact is this was the only time, thus far, that I've ever been with another man since I married Steve some ten years ago. I love Steve with all of my heart and just because I had sex with someone else doesn't mean that I love him any less.So with that being said I will now share with you the encounter that I had a few days ago. Steve and I have been going to the local spa together for the past couple of months. We enjoy. Wrapping his thumbs around my thong and sliding it off my ass, leaves me standing there naked. He flashes me that sexy smile, as he scans my body from head to toe, he tells me “You are one beautiful lady.” Taking me by the hand he leads me into the bathtub, I slide into the hot water and my body instantly relaxes. He fills my ceramic pitcher with warm water, I lay my head back. Feeling the water cascade over my hair as he washes it makes me want him even more. I enjoy how he takes his time with.