I say work, but my time’s given on a totally voluntary basis. I do it for the love and experience. I also do it to occupy the moments that should be...spent with my husband, but time has driven a wedge through the connection we once shared. I guess I could’ve worked harder to remove the distance between us, but the excitement of a new connection was whispering its mischievous song in my ear. And so, after weeks of flirting at the office I found myself at the door to his home. I’m still amazed. As he reached into her as deeply as he could, he could feel the tip of his cock against the upper wall of her. He was fully inside her now but did not move. He leaned forward to kiss her softly as he saw the first tear in her eye. She smiled softly at him and felt him begin to move slowly inside her. Despite their longing to finally be together, he did not rush. She closed her eyes and let her body feel him there, she loved the feeling as she engulfed him totally. As he reached his deepest. He stalked around the cabin, snatching up towels, discarded clothes, and another quilt before stalking back over to me and draping me with these things, too. Cursing, or what sounded like cursing, in a language I didn’t know, he ripped away all of the things he’d just covered me with, and climbed on the bed himself, yanking everything back over us. ‘Uh, sir?’ I began tentatively. He cussed some more, in what sounded like a different language than the first one, and jerked the covers back off. She smiled up at him and leaned towards him. He kissed her mouth. Their lips smacked loudly, although it couldn't be heard over the music. He placed his hand on her bare knee and squeezed it. His touch sent tingles up her leg to her crotch, and when he squeezed her knee it was like he sent a thousand bolts of electricity up her body. She knew that if he were to touch her pussy, it would suck his finger inside. That was how wet she was. Just thinking about it made things even worse."How are.