Renee now straddled her lover, and began rocking back and forth, cravingevery time Sharon's little nub bumped up against her swollen clit, whichwas al...ost as big. Sharon was whimpering, now, begging for more, and nowher cries found a counterpoint in Renee's throaty moans of pleasure.Their moans came closer together as they drew closer to cumming. Theypressed as hard against one another as they could, until suddenly, cryingout in unison, they locked against each other and stopped all. He smells like body wash and that clean, sharp cologne that never fails to intoxicates me. “Do you…Beth, do you still love me?” he whispers. A sharp breath escapes me as I look up to his face. His eyes are now closed, yet I can see him silently begging. Don't say no, don't say no. "Why are you crying?" I ask, running a fingertip to gently wipe a tear away. "Because I am scared of what will become of me if you walk out of that door," he whispers. "Open your eyes, Mark," I gently ask, softly. I asked the waitress for a coffee and then picked up one of the newspapers. I looked round at the tasteful décor and when my coffee arrived I took a sip and made an appreciative ‘Mm mm’ sound as I tasted their delicious blend.‘Good, isn’t it. I understand that they import it exclusively for the hotel.’I looked up and took in the attractive woman who looked about half my age, seated at a nearby table.Soon we struck up a conversation. It turned out that we were more or less in the same boat.. As we drove, I began thinking of what I was doing and was in shock that I was allowing myself to go this far. At the same time, I was feeling so good because of him that a part of me didn’t care. I didn’t know what to expect and just decided to go with the flow. We arrived back at his place a few minutes later and after unlocking the doors, we headed inside. He had a small apartment and showed me around. I was pretty impressed that he could afford his own place at his age. As he showed me the.