I run up to catch up with her and hear a noise, I turn around and nothing is there.. when I turn back around, she is gone. A hand slips over my mouth ...and something cold is pressed to my neck. "Don't move" the voice says. "Don't try to run away, don't make a noise or you're dead." I freeze. The coldness is removed from my neck and put on my shoulders. I hear the rip of fabric and feel the coldness on my other shoulder. It's a knife. It's a knife and he's cutting my bathing suit off me. The. I wanted to refuse but Brian told me I had to go: it was essential to keep on the right side of such an important new business partner. Appalled to find that this dinner commitment had crept up on me while my attention was elsewhere, I now confessed to Wendy how I had craved George’s wife all those years ago (‘Before I met you, darling,’ I hastily assured her). ‘Funny how you forgot to mention this when you first told me about this dinner date,’ she teased. I explained that it had not mattered. It was difficult to sleep though, for hours I just lay there thinking about him. In the end I had to push down my pyjama pants and slide a finger into my wet pussy. I imagined it was him stroking me and rubbing my g-spot. I imagined his tongue exploring my soft skin, sending tingles and shivers through my spine. I imagined him fucking me slowly on my bed, holding me tight, my hands gripping the crisp white sheets. In my mind, I saw him flip me over and pull my hips upward towards his, ramming. She gasped and moaned as I slowly entered her and put herarms around me and raised her legs and clasped them aroundmy waist. "Ohhh Gene, do it slow. It has been so long! I wantit to last as long as possible."She was as tight as my wife was at 21. I could feel thewalls of her cunt stretching as the head of my cock went whereno cock had gone for many years.I pumped my cock in and out of her slowly, laying on her andjust moving my pelvis. Each time I slid into her she took adeep breath and hugged.