"By that time I'd have her in the house and I'd pick her up and carry her into the bedroom and toss her on the bed. Then I would hold her down while I...ripped off her panties."You can't do this to me. You are too big; you'll hurt me. Come on, please stop, don't do this to me. I'm a married woman and I've never cheated on my husband." You will still be a married woman when I'm done with you, but you probably won't ever be satisfied with your husband and his little white cock when I'm through with. We went to mall and started chatting. We ordered lunch and had it. After some time we decided for a movie. We checked but every show was full finally we get the tickets for 7.30 pm show. Till then we were roaming in the mall. As we went to the movie we took balcony sheet. Movie was not much good and balcony was almost empty. As the movie started I keep my hand over her she didn’t say anything. I kept another hand on her shoulder she didn’t mind this too. I started to caress her hand shoulder. There was beauty and majesty and even subtlety in our union. On our soft bed, in our yet new home, we made love as only two women can. Our hands did what our more receptive body parts could not- which to the uninitiated is far less than you might think. It was not the first time that we had made love in this house, but it was the first time since we moved in that Zoë seemed completely comfortable that my postpartum body was not a fragile vessel simply waiting to shatter or break. She brought me. He didn’t pull out but did manage to roll both of them to their left sides, his arms pulling her against his chest as he kissed the back of her neck. ‘Oh Rita you feel so wonderful!’ ‘Frank just don’t move…don’t pull out please! You feel so good inside me. I want you to stay inside until you can’t stay in any longer.’ He breathed a soft contented yes as they fell softly silent…just relaxing in the stillness of the night. Many years later… Rita sat still and silent, breathing in the incensed.