She walked up to the bed and sat next to me, resting her head inches away from mine. I turned so that my body was facing her and stared into her eyes.... She looked somewhat annoyed and finally spoke. "Can we just get this over with?" I stared at her in disbelief, surprised by her directness. Here was this tender moment I though we were having, and she just seemed to slice it open with her remark. What happened to that young girl that was oh-so-desperate for love not so long ago. I imagined her. She peels her sweater from her body and pulls my head to her breasts. She runs her fingers over my smooth, bald pate, murmuring words of love and lust. I lick, I bite, I nibble... she bends to kiss my head then nip my ear. She has unzipped her slacks. She takes one of my hands and guides me to the inviting slick warmth of her pussy.I draw back to watch her face as she makes her next move.With her hand on mine, she leads my finger up and down the channel between her clit and the pulsating depths. Then one night Pam was doing some laundry in the basement and i came home to see her there in a sexy pair of panties wearing a tee shirt doing the laundry, i think i was just as startled as she was at that point as we both jumped, she quickly coved herself and apologized and went upstares saying she was sorry. I got changed and went upstares and she was making dinner and i told her that eveything was fine and not to even think about what had happened and that it was myfault as well for walking. In the brief interval before his hand touched the light switch and plunged the room into darkness, Sally's wide gray eyes rested lovingly on his tall, lanky form. She did love every inch of him, from the black hair that had a habit of falling over his right eye, to his big-boned hands that could be so gentle, right down to his size twelve feet! (In her mental inventory, Sally passed hurriedly over her husband's genitals which now hung down flaccidly between his hairy legs but were still.