How long did he plan on keeping me like this she began to wonder. She guessed that it was about twenty minutes since the last time she felt his touch... She felt herself moan on the inside. The yearning for his lips on hers, his hand gripping her skin or his fingers entering her with the amount of force he wanted. Using the amount of pressure he knew she needed with each thrust.She felt her juices wet her thighs while she thought of his touch. The wooden chair seat began to glisten with her. Her place was a typical semi detached house, and I was given my own bedroom with a desk to work on. The widow had a young daughter, 20 years old, who was somewhat plump, with dyed blond hair and attractive. She worked in another office in Leeds, as a receptionist.On the first Friday morning I was busy shaving in the bathroom when Marion, came in wearing her nightie, sat on the toilet and had a loud piss. I looked round to see her at saw her thighs and part of her pubic bush. The sight excited. ‘Fuck, dumbass. Why didn’t you do this first?’ I decide to just unzip and pull my cock out. My member now standing straight out of my fly, I get up on the bed and press my seven-inch cock against her readied love spot and enter her. This is the wettest and warmest pussy I have ever felt. She is moaning and kissing me. I am fucking her slowly and gently, moving with her and letting her movements dictate the love.“Stop fucking around, fuck me lover, fuck me till I beg you to stop.”There’s my cue.. Occasionally I would ask Jeff's opinion. He would always tell me to do whatever made me happy; he was getting to marry me and that was enough for him.I was pretty sure it was sincere and not just the diplomatic version of, "I don't care."It might not have mattered if he did care. He had no time to express an opinion.With his workouts added to his school work, he was exhausted much of the time.His feelings for me hadn't changed. We cuddled every night. But he rarely had the energy for more than.