He thrusted into her, moaning as she gripped his cock like a tight glove. Suddenly he lifted her up off of his dick. Setting her down on the grass he ...ushed her forward onto her hands and knees. She went to lean up, slightly confused of what was happening, but his hand grasped the back of her neck softly as not to choke her, just to keep her in place. He positioned himself behind her as his free hand ran up inside her dress and gripped her small breast. She moaned as his fingers circled her. Take Zach Whitman, for example. He met or exceeded all her specifications, but there was one minor problem -- he was married. His wife adored him, and with good reason.Zach was a promising mid-level executive in one of her many business ventures. Only in his early thirties, he had the type of maturity and solid judgment that translates into top leadership potential. He earned good money, but a stock market slump and an extended illness had all but wiped out his savings and left him deeply in. ”“Hal, are you OK about her doing this without you? To be honest, I’ve been encouraging your one-on-ones to make you more secure. I don’t think you or Joan, however, are jealous in the least.”He was thoughtful. “I don’t want her doing anything dangerous. But again, this kind of fits with my archetype of the explicitly sexual woman. I hope to be welcoming when she does come home.“Something for me to add: while I won’t say anything that I should not, may I point out that my Army service was with. ” He turned to her. “Okay?” “ I am now.” They spent the rest of the day cooking and playing cards. He gave her full run of his books, but never once mentioned his own writing. It feels so comfortable here, Kate thought. Kate. I am Kate, she thought. In his home, in his world, I am Kate. The next few days were much of the same. The snow had eased, but there was nothing moving. They walked down the drive to the road, and saw nothing. “ I’m just so surprised your roads aren’t clear,” she said to.