" Charlotte, I can see this is important to you. You will be prominently featured in this story because you had so much to do with its final appearanc.... But, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to the art director or the editor and get some idea of the parameters of this article." Oh ... okay. Uhhm, here's the phone number of the editor. His name is Len Cunningham." Fine," I said, giving her a lopsided grin as I looked at her with a raised eyebrow."Mister Cunningham, I'm Nolan Hunter. My. At that moment, my emotions were just about wrung out. I had cried, I had prayed, I had raged at my helplessness. I like to stay busy, which is why I still work as a teacher even though Ricky makes a very good living as a lawyer, and I like to be in control of my life.And I could do nothing but sit there in the quiet riot of the ICU, with midnight approaching, and wait for my husband to come out from under the anesthetics -- the little death that allows surgeons to do the things they do -- so. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she muttered as I fucked her.Then after a bit, I moved her around so she was leant back against the other kitchen counter, and lifting her other leg, I began pumping my cock into her harder and faster as she clung onto the counter edge and urged me to fuck her more."Yes tony, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!" she groaned loudlyMy cock slipped in and out of her wet bald hole easily and my balls slapped against her ass as I fucked her rapidly right in front of her. The key in the door, it opens then closes sealing out the gaze of others. I pause, teetering on the brink. The animal in me wants to take her right there in the hall "she'll think I don't respect her” and she pauses too. Her impulse is to drive her tongue deep into my mouth "he'll think I'm a slut". So we move tentatively, cautiously to the couch, and eventually everything happens. But we maintain the decorum for just a little longer.I love to kiss and so does she; we literally take each.