My mouth was inside his mouth, my breasts were on his chest, my abdomen pressed his abdomen and my vaginal walls had locked his big fat shaft and his ...legs had arrested mine.As he loosened his grip, I automatically raised up and lowered down. With each of my upward movement Ramesh was holding my hemispheres and pressing. With each of my descend on him we were kissing. I was experiencing orgasm after orgasm. I could feel his shaft expanding indicating the nearing of climax. Not wanting to waste. She asked if he liked the house, and John shook his head."No, I don't think like is a powerful enough word," he replied, "I'd love to one day own something like this, but I never will!" he finished with a sigh."But what about living here?" Marie countered.John looked at her with amazement, and raising his eyebrows wondered if she was asking what she seemed to be asking."Are you asking me if I want to move in!" he said, and bit his lip. Of course Marie would not want him here, this was her. ”“No, but according to MB you have as good as gotten divorced.”“Maybe, but we are still married.”“I don’t care. Where are we going on our first date?”As I looked at her my mind was processing all of the for and against thoughts I was having and I finally decided to give it a shot. Just because we went on a date didn’t mean we would end up in bed with each other. Except for my poker games I hadn’t been out for an evening since I set Alice aside.“Your choice sweetie.”“You mean it? You really mean. “It was by accident, at the least the first time was by accident.”“What do you mean, the first time.” His look was both horrified and worried.“I’ll tell you, but you have to hear the whole story and not go stomping off in the middle.” He agreed, if somewhat reluctantly. “And you can’t get mad if I start playing with myself. This story still makes me horny when I think about it.” He gave her a sidelong look, but finally nodded in agreement.“It was the summer you and Hermione finally decided.