And then, I did something that was quite rare for me now, I smiled. …………….. It’s not just love. Nor was it as plain as desire. Actually, I... wouldn’t know how to desire you. How does one make love to love itself? At its most simplest it was that I still needed you. Though cliché, I needed you with the same unaware desperateness, as the air that sustained me. Its not just that I need it, nor is it that I really love it. But without this air, I would cease to exist. I don’t rightly know if I love. Ooh , she was heavy ... now my face was just facing her big boobs & I was ready to discover the new land . I rested my head on those big sexy pillows . then started to feel them with my lips through her t-shirt but she told me: no .. not like this, then she put her hand under her t-shirt & took her boobs out of the bra without taking it off , now u can do it . my hands gone under her t-shirt, I started exploring those two fatty soft hills with my finger tips & playing with the malleable. The sweet torture I feel from every gentle caress of your tongue. Slipping into my juicy wet honey pot as it reaches deeper. Taking me just to the edge of reason and driving me beyond. Your own need overtakes to feel your thick hard cock inside that sweet spot. Deeply kissing me as you plunge in, filling that desire as you slide in and out. The taste of me on your lips as we come together, seduces a shudder of ecstasy from my already quivering body. Exploring each other as our hands glide. No I am not married, but I am divorced!" I didn't know how to respond to her first comment so I just thought of something quick and asked "so you like to be fucked huh, you wild woman you? oh I am sorry I shouldn't have said that I wasn't thinking, so what happened to you and your husband, why did you get divorced?"She looked at me with watery eyes and said " well I was working long hours at The Perch, trying to make some extra money, but one day I wasn't feeling good so I asked to leave early..