A soft ballad began to play on the radio and Darren reached out to her. "May I have this dance, ma'am?"Stephanie looked at him incredulously for a mom...nt. She was soaked. Her towel was soaked and now Darren was getting his sweaty frame and shorts wet. Darren was sure she could see the bulge in the crotch of his shorts, it was rather obvious.She laughed, "Why not?" She dropped her towel and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Not exactly what I had in mind," she whispered as she molded her body. She cried until she got a nose bleed and we ended up holding each other for the whole night, nothing else happened until the next morning when we made love for the first time.I can recall several years later about how we talked about her need sex and how she was so depressed because she could never get enough and didn't know what to about it. After weeks of talking we decided that she needed more that I could ever provide even though we were still making love at least once a night and many time. “Oh yes, it is time to have some fun!”She was sure that Alex could hear her breathing harder and louder.“Playing with yourself?”She moaned. “Mmmh yes…”“I think you will love my plans for tonight. I’ll send you all the details in a SMS. Ready to go in an hour?”Her finger was rubbing almost furiously her clit, her pelvis thrusting up and down.“But I will have to shower first!”“Why?”Crystal moaned louder, her body arching, muscles tensed.“Because … because ohhhh, everybody will smell that I had. She still has them. Such as? Such as how she told her husband she was ill and would stay home. Not badly ill, no dear, just a little indisposed and headachy. You know. No, I don't need to see the doctor. I'll call you later.She remembers light. The sun rising to an almost cloudless sky, shining pink light, then white, on the house, light that flitted into the light interior and reflected off furniture and glass knick-knacks, that filtered into her shower while she prepared herself for her.