He had been perfectly fine with that, there was something more exciting than physical contact between them and it wasn‘t half bad to hold her while ...hey were walking down the street from the club either.For some reason that had suddenly changed though, when she shivered in his arms and moved a little closer even he found his thoughts occupied with images of her body, the perfect curves visible through her tight-fitting jeans and top. For some reason that mental image seemed to walk away from. . well, forty years of doing different things, mostlywith different people. There's too much to sift through all at once. Inotice my wedding band, and it brings a memory to the fore. Husband, Ithink: David. Father of Sophie, George and Grace.Images of them - and feelings for them - threaten to overwhelm me.Slow down, I think. And don't forget Vicky and Malcolm!I try to concentrate on my surroundings instead of thinking about my lovedones. It seems safer.It's the same house, but everything is. He rocked his fist tightly within me as I came all over him. He roughly teased my G-Spot, and nibbled my ear. The combined arousal sent me into yet another orgasm, and he pulled out his fist to lick all my juices up. He hooked his arm under my right leg, pulling it up so my pussy would stretch even more. He placed his huge cock (he was even larger than James!) at my entrance and moved around for a bit. "You gotta beg for it baby. Beg for my monster to fill your delicious cunt!" "Please! I want. "I'd love to have lunchwith you and I'd like you to meet someone. You have something in commonand I think you'll like him." Him!" I exclaimed. "Mary, I would love to have lunch with you but Idon't want to meet anyone, especially a man. I'm not that kind ofgirl!" I blurted the last out with a silly laugh. I was taken abackby her idea."Hear me out, Honey. Gary is a lonely, sad friend of mine who made aterrible mistake and has been paying for it dearly for the last threeyears. His wife.