I squeezed her soft, thin hands, admiring her fair, almost pale skin, untarnished by marks or freckles, her creamy skin the smoothest I'd ever felt. W... got lost in conversation, catching up on each other's lives over the past few months in between mouthfuls of pasta, filling in what we hadn't mentioned during our numerous talks on the phone. It felt as if we'd never been apart, as inseparable as we ever were, but there was something different. She looked at me like she never had before; her. She wanted to take me for a ride, so I got on my back and let her do as she wished.“I would like to blow you and fuck you, but I know you want Nadia when she gets home,” she said climbing over me and sliding slowly down impaling herself. She started a nice moderate tempo fucking which I was content with. She dropped her tits so I could suck on them, and I did. I was using my hands and squeezing her tits along with teasing her nipples with my tongue.She was having an orgasm as I did this over. Then, i eagerly pull a breast out and massage it with my hand and then suck on one nipple. She quielty cries and holds my head into her breast saying, god i needed this, i needed love for such a long time, and i need you. We kiss again and clothes start to come off. While i wanted so badly to see those sweet lips of her wrapped around my cock, i wanted to be inside her too badly and our undergarments off in 30 seconds flat. There wasnt much more foreplay other than me licking a finger and. "This is where you've mourned me for, how many years?" she asked him. "We need to get away from here. Do something together. Create something between us here, now – in the present." She stood up and gazed into his eyes. "Now is what matters ... Please, just touch me."They stood, gazing into each other's eyes for several minutes. Then he nodded, touching her cheek. "It really is you."She kissed him, tears running freely down her face. 'Finally!' she thought, relieved beyond measure, embracing.