Everything about him intrigued her, his manner, his movement, his voice were all alive in her head, and in her heart. She had to admit; if he showed a...ny signs of desiring her, she would be his, and how often had her body heated on that prospect?Saturday came at last and she fussed all day, wanting everything to be right. The cooking was relatively simple; chicken breasts in a rich tomato and onion sauce, baby potatoes, broccoli, and runner beans. She chose to wear a simple pale blue summer. Even my hair felt like it hurt. I opened my eyes, and wished I hadn't. I must have made a noise, because someone was at my side asking me how I felt."My Lord, you must drink this. It will help you," said a soft voice."What is it? What happened?" I asked still confused.I drank the crap they gave me. Yes, medicine everywhere, tastes like crap. But I immediately started feeling better. I started to feel well enough; that I thought it might not be a bad thing to live, after all."What happened?" I. ." He hesitated and she giggled."I still like you," she told him. "But..." Let me move in," he blurted out and Abigail gasped as the kettle clicked off. "There, I said it," he told her and took her hand in his, stroking her hair back behind her ear with his other hand. "I've missed you." He looked into her eyes as she blinked."I don'nae know what to say!" Say ... You never know what you've missed 'til it's gone," he told her and gulped. "We could, you know, try again. 'Cause I still wan'. He kept fucking her even several minutes more after his own orgasm had subsided.Anita finally came, panting and screaming like a bitch in heat…She told him that she had enjoyed pretty much feeling his dick in.They both closed their eyes and rested there, sitting for a while, as the recovered their breath.Both suddenly heard a deep voice calling them…“Well, well, well… it seems that someone had enjoyed a good time”A cop had spotted Anita’s car and watched them as they fucked…He had run the.