“No, especially since we are this close to facing the enemy. We need a really long workout, but maybe tomorrow. We were going to relax today, if I r...member correctly,” I told her.We were up quickly and dressed for our workout. It was nearly 6:30 before we got out to the field where weddings were performed, only to find several dollies with stacks of folding chairs on them sitting there. The chairs hadn’t been set up yet. It appeared that there was a wedding planned for today.“Best we hurry. My fingers continued to work through my folds, pinching my clit. I heard Peter’s zipper.I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of my fingers dancing through my own slickness. I felt a slight breeze crossing my back as he moved closer.I pushed harder at my clit and thrust my hips back onto his crotch.I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me and did not care where. But my long fingers were throwing me over the edge and I finally erupted. Yet, he had not even tried to woo another woman for his wife to ease his isolation. Too bad had been his conscience over his wife's death, too great his fear to add to Elizabeth's pain.Now, with Elizabeth gone ... He started. Elizabeth was gone. She had chosen Anson, and even if he, Maynard, would kill Anson, she would never return, never live with him again. Worse, if he pursued his feud with Anson, Elizabeth would never forgive him. He well remembered his wife's strength of will, and. She’s standing next to the partially open door wearing just a bra and panties, her blonde hair casually brushed back, a smile spread across her face. Her body is beautiful; slim and soft, her skin glowing from the light of the suite. I step inside and put down my case, turning to admire her from behind as she locks the door. Her rear is flawless. I extend my hand to her. “Kim, nice to meet you, after all this time of just writing to each other” My voice is smooth and calm. Any nervousness I had.