It felt strange but not unpleasant, slowly lingering, my bottom lip between his. Relaxing, my hands ran down his back to his buttocks, firm and toned....Pulling him closer, our tongues began to touch as I felt his hands running down to my waistband. Moaning softly as I felt his touch, he lowered my shorts down to the floor. My own hands tugged at his shorts and we were soon naked pressed against each other. Our hard cocks against each other, our hands running over our bodies. Stepping away, he. "I grabbed her hand and started to pull off the rings. The pleading started all over again."Not my rings. Oh please not my rings; Take the money please." What can I tell my husband." she said as the rings came off her fingers.I looked down at her with nothing but contempt and I spoke for the first time."You don't have a husband, not anymore."It's strange when you have that much adrenaline coursing through your veins. I could see the shock spreading across her face."Drew!" she almost whispered.. She gently strokes my cheek, stares into my eyes while moving her face into mine. 'That's okay. I don't like coffee anyway' Our lips lock into a passionate embrace as the world floats away. Tongues entwining i push her up against the kitchen wall as we both eagerly grope at each other clothes in a desperate attempt to remove them. She spins me round and pushes me against the wall. With pure lust in her eyes she steps back. Reaching behind her back she unzips she dress and lets it fall to the. The drive would be quicker going back, I hoped.We had arranged to meet in Durham for lunch at the Varsity diner and sandwich shop. We made a ceremony of returning to the world. We placed the batteries back into our phones and looked at the messages. Mine we mostly from the FBI threatening my freedom, but there were a couple of ‘Rogers you are a dead man’ tossed in as well. Being back on line might be a good thing, but for me it was a reminder of how unpopular I was at the moment.The ladies on.