But as I swallowed, all I could think of was Dmitri Caine—of his lips on my hand, his hand on my scarred, bare shoulder. His voice. His eyes. Like f...ost… I left the chapel as soon as the final blessing was finished. The elements of the Eucharist had awakened my stomach, and I spent the last ten minutes of the service fantasizing about a gargantuan Lowcountry breakfast. Tossing a scarf around my neck, I darted up the street to the corner café, ravenous and shivering. Inside I stomped the snow. We continued to communicate about once a week.I was determined not to let divorce get the best of me. I certainly did want my family believe I had turned into a bum. In the ensuing months, I paid off all my debts, saved a lot of money, and bought a two-level condo on Addison Circle. The town of Addison is in North Dallas. Nearby are the fabulous Galleria mall, Neiman Marcus department store and lots of fine dining places. It was near my banking job, too. So life was good.After work and on the. Two days later on the friday I received a text from a number I didn't recognise, when I text back it was this girl, she said "I have to see you" I replied "Ok Saturday 11:30am in the supermarket car park. Saturday came and I took Donna to work at 10am, came home and had a shower and went to meet this mysterious young girl.Her car was parked in the area I'd told her to be in, I parked along side of her and she smiled at me before getting out of hers and into mine. As she got in she said "Thank. When I hugged him, I would press my body tightly against him, making sure he felt my tits and nipples pressed snug against his firm, muscular chest. I guess in some way, I was the type of woman who enjoyed taking risks. I fantasized about taking the chance of fucking him in a pew or the church office after church services and getting caught while in the throes of passion. I secretly wanted him to bend me over his desk, and stick his cock deep inside my horny cunt, fucking my brains out. I.