“That’s better,” Roman said calmly.Reaching up, Roman loosed Alexa’s hair from the bun she had it in. It fell in thick, dark curls over her sm...ooth back and shoulders. Briefly, he ran his fingers through it, then slid his hands back down the young woman’s back until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Roman hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled her shorts halfway down her thighs. That’s as far as they would go with her legs being spread so wide. He could see the crotch of her. Waking again, I found Betty sound asleep snuggled against me. Not for the first time, though I'm no way religious, I sent a brief prayer of thanks to whatever Deity there may be for bringing us together.I was hungry. Perhaps for the first time since the assault, I was hungry. And if Betty was going to work that evening it would have been unfair to deprive her of sleep. Hunger warred with inertia and my desire to remain holding my mate ... and won. I, very carefully, disengaged by encouraging. I moved my ass up and down making sure he was getting a good look. Then I felt his warm strong hand slide across my ass cheeks.I lowered my head to the floor as both of Kurt's hands pushed my dress onto my back and he began caressing. A gentle moan escaped my lips when his fingers slipped between my folds and into my warm hole. My body was on fire as I backed into his hand. I turned my head and asked, “Have you ever fucked an older woman?”Kurt answered, “No, Mrs. Thomas, I haven't.”Then I. I just wouldn't kiss her right afterward.As always, my woman's Neapolitan heritage showed up in her cooking. Early on in our relationship, I tried to be somewhat egalitarian in the kitchen sense, helping out and so forth. Desiree soon disabused me of such rubbish, as she thought of it. In her mind, it was her second most sacred duty to fill my belly, superseded only by a woman's proper service to a man in the bedroom. I suppose that not all Old World traditions die out, even in a modern.