" Amy says."Alright." Tamaya says.Tamaya strips down to the underwear she's wearing. It's pink in color, the same underwear that Amy wore the first ti...e she was intimate with Joshua. Amy hands her the pentagon which she puts on her chest. The pentagon sticks as if it were glued to her body."You'll want to take off your underwear ... well, my underwear ... before you activate that." Amy explains."Why?" Tamaya asks.Amy rolls her eyes."Alright, go ahead and activate it. I don't mind demonstrating. My breathing got heavier with the sight of my boss’s wife’s cleavage. Her huge boobs made sure they made a gap between her blouse and skin even with the bra. She has a deep cleavage. Her lemony yellow skin made her chest even hotter. She adjusted her pallu but that didn’t stop me from noticing all this.When she looked at me, I was still looking at her. I never stopped showing my intentions in my desire to eat kiss her lovely body.We sat there silently as she adjusted her saree and I smiled. We talked, I made all the promises that you do under those circumstances, and we tumbled into bed together.Unlike that morning we took our time and made love gently, exploring each other, and relearning the things that had brought us together. Sunday, we got up and went to church together for the first time for a while. We came home, had lunch, and, that afternoon, Jean proposed a Sunday drive down the Ards peninsula. We had a beautiful day together, ice cream in Bangor, we drove down through. It had to be more than that to be meaningful and important.She wanted to be in bed with him- a much bigger bed- alone, with nothing given that wasn’t wanted, nothing taken that wasn’t right for the taking. She wanted to work towards mutual pleasure, with neither of them dominating, neither taking advantage. She wanted it to be like she dreamed it could be, with the right person, and for the right reasons. She longed for the mutuality of it all, the sharing, the respect, the value of the mutual.