’ He slowly pushed his way into her letting out a sigh of relief. He placed his hand behind her head and put his forehead on hers staring into her e...es. She felt so good to him. Every breath she took, every cry she let out made him want her more. He sat up and brought her to him. They cradled each other in lotus rocking in time. The air in the room was thick, sweet and hot. Moans filled the room and rang in their ears. He laid his head on her shoulder kissing and licking her wound. He sighed. Francine was a small, dark haired woman, married to one of the most successful businessmen in the little town. Moving here from France just three years ago, her English was almost perfect, just a slight accent that was more charming than annoying.“I'm afraid it didn't go very well. She didn't seem to understand what the problem was,” Melissa had answered, feeling herself blush a little.“Would you maybe if I tried?” the tender woman had asked.And so it had been decided and the meeting could. I nod, she loosens it and it falls from my mouth. It feels good to have it out and I take in a deep breath.“Don’t say anything, stay quiet,” she directs me.She runs her manicured fingernails down my back, across my exposed ass and down the back of my thighs. I’m glad that I am cleanly shaven and showered from the night before. Her crotch is now less than an inch from me and I fight the urge to bury my face in her sheer panties. She runs her hand up the back of my thigh and across my smooth. " You bet," said Tim. "My dad used to take me there." Then he got quiet.No one said anything for a while, then Mary said, "My husband was killed last year. Fell asleep while driving back from Jackson late one night." Gosh, I'm real sorry," I said. I glanced at Cherry. She looked sad.Mary and Elsie went into the kitchen and came back with two trays full of sandwiches.Mary said, "We've got egg salad, we've got ham and cheese, and for Tim we've got peanut butter and mayo."Cherry wrinkled up her.