‘In here,’ I whispered, glancing around quickly before pulling her into the empty men’s room. ‘Here,’ I whispered nearly losing my voice, �...Into the stall.’ I closed and latched the door pulling her hastily to mo. Our mouths met in frenzied passion. Moans erupted from throats. Frantically she pulled at my pants. I slid her dress high on her hips, pulling at the tiny panties. The strength of the fabric failed against the passion of the moment as I tore the panties from her body, stuffing them. “I can’t take you.”But she was so wet, that I slipped in fairly easily,despite the thickness. And by spreading her cunt walls Iwas also exposing nerve endings that had never beenstimulated before. Her discomfort didn’t last more thana couple of seconds.“Oh God,” she moaned. I realize it’s a clich�, but I’mtelling you that your wife MOANED, wimp. “Get it in, getit in. Fuck me, fuck me.” Can you imagine with whatsatisfaction I. “I want to taste you,” he says in my ear. What a coincidence, I want him in my mouth too. “Take off your pants,” I reply rather forcefully. I yank off my sweats as he does the same with his jeans. He is hard and I am excited. I push him down on the bed and get on top of him. I cover his mouth with mine and can taste my juices. I bite his bottom lip and he sucks on my top one. I pull back slowly, teasing him and move to his neck. I kiss him and suck on where I can see his pulse beating rapidly.. . but for us also. It's meant more spare time for doing some of the things we'd only been able to dream about before.'Snapping out of it, he picked up his cup and took a sip while staring at two pictures on the front of the paper she was reading. The first picture was a very attractive, vibrant, bright eyed looking woman; the second picture was a woman with lifeless looking eyes and a sad face. They looked so different Paul wondered what their connection could be.The headlines read, 'Highly.