My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her pe...ky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her. Mark, she purred. I believe I promised to fuck your brains out? I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been. Moments later I heard the door opening, closing, people talking and gathering food but soon it all settled down and I knew the night would be an easy one. Sip after sip I sat in the tub with the imagery of that stupid movie going through my head and before long I found my hand covering my bald little beaver and soon my fingers were working on the little button. I lay in a meditative state for some time until I heard a knock at the bathroom door. “What?” I said angrily. Tommy’s voice was soft. Why didn’t he contact me, if only to say hello? Had being with me constantly been so difficult that he needed a vacation? Had he realized I needed time to figure some things out and decided to give me the necessary space? Quite unexpectedly, I received a letter on our fifth day there. There was no return address and my name and address were hand-written. I opened it to find a hand-written letter, readable, but with decidedly inferior penmanship. My Dearest Miss Fine, You have only just. My hand reaches for your hip and then cups your buttock. You turn away and kneel ready for me. My revitalised cock pushes deep inside you once more and I hold your shoulders to steady myself and get us moving together. Planting kisses round the back of your neck and across your shoulders I thrust hard and fast into you. Now I can really toy with you, I slow down, then speed up, building the pleasure but making it last too. Your arms give way and your face and shoulders are down on the bed, your.