The last thing she wanted was to retreat to Greg merely for financial security. If their reunion was destined to work out, it would be because she wan...ted it to, not because she needed him. Something else was nagging at her now, the thought of a fair haired man with steely blue eyes. Miles woke up early on Friday – 6 a.m. Jimmy was due to arrive at 7 and they were going to press yesterday’s white grapes. Miles decided that he preferred the grapes with a little time ‘on the skins,’ after running. He always came across so confident and self-assured ... But not now.“I guess I’ve thought about this for a while ... about ... you know ... being with you,” he said.I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair. “For how long?”“The past sixteen years.”I giggled. “Really, that long?”“No, maybe the last three or four ... since you got these...”His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little involuntary moan.We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an. She felt Marc's hands gently caressing her head, and she heard is groans of satisfaction as she greedily sucked her lover. She knew she was doing a good job because Marc's cock had swollen to a huge size, filling her entire mouth. It was really amazingly hard she thought. Now, she was overtaken with the desire to satisfy him in a way she had not done before. She wanted this encounter to be most memorable for him. In her mind, no matter what happened, she wanted to be the best white wife lover. Your other hand massaging the back of my head, your fingers running through my hair. Pulling myself up on my knees my hands slide to the sides of your bathing suit bottoms. I look at you and you bite your lip as you shoot me a sly look. I slide your bottoms off slowly and toss them to the side of the bed. Running my hands from your knees to your thighs, from your thighs to your hips I lower myself until my tongue touches your inner thighs. Sliding it up slowly in circular motions I get closer.