I moan. It feels so good. I feel myself getting wet. The hands again trace the outline of my body. Stopping at the hips this time. Gently pushing my l...egs apart. I open them eagerly. And wait. Minutes pass. Then the hands begin unbuttoning my night shirt, slowly from the bottom towards my breasts. My breathe has quickened. When the last button is unhooked, my shirt is laid opened at the sides. I lay there totally naked. Waiting to be taken. The hands trace themselves up between my breasts.. The next day I saw Paul off to school then went about my daily routine, the same mind numbing routine of cleaning and baking that I had fallen into since the death of my husband. I'd been shy before his death, but it was worse afterwards, which was why I was so thankful that my son had introduced me to the net. Yet there were times, and this was one of them, when I wondered what could come of such cyber friendships, all the people I knew wore handles to hide behind, just as I did, I didn't. I burn for you, wife. I burn for your touch. I’ll see you in my dreams. Always, Jeffrey’ ‘God, how I miss you, Jeffrey,’ Sarah whimpered as the tears flowed freely. She crumpled the letter, no longer caring about it as her shoulders shook. She wept and wept as if silently wishing that it would bring him home. ‘I miss you.’ She didn’t know if she had wept for five minutes or five hours. But however long it had been, Sarah had felt her touch, seen his face, heard his voice. His smile was. . wanna go?" with a sweet sweet voice, It's funny 'cause I mean.. they're maybe the ones who sleep with men for a living but I'm the one who can never say "no" so.. I think I'm the real slut here LOL.Anyway, we go in there.. a lil dark room to be honest.. and then she takes off her shorts revealing her big juicy ass I told ya before.. climbs to the bed and starts shaking da booty, obviously I just get in there and start kissin and lickin (I'm such an ass kisser, in the good sense LOL), she was.