Anyway a few years ago I hooked up with a married woman, Sara,who was in the middle of getting separated/ divorced and we or rather she would have som...e serious angry sex on a weekly basis. We got around to talking about fantasies and I told her of mine, about stripping a bride down to her lingerie and fucking her in white. Well, up the stairs she went, came back down in a big meringue dress and pushed me to the floor, sat on my face and made me lick, suck and fuck her. I have never had so much. "It shook her out of whatever funk she must have been sliding into. "Oh no!" she cried out, blushing. Her hand flew up to her mouth. "No, John, to the contrary. I..." She stuttered. Her eyes were never in one place. Then she leant in closer, touching his hand."John, this may become the most embarrassing moment of my life." She once more allowed seconds of awkward silence to rise between them. Then she swallowed and said: "But I'll never forgive myself if I don't tell you this."He looked up from. He never got tired of seeing the Manhattan skyline, the clusters of jutting skyscrapers in the nearby financial district rising into the air, their many windows gleaming as they caught the sun. In the distance, he could make out the East River, its surface reflecting the light in a way that made it seem to glisten. The spire of the One World Trade Center rose above it all like a silver needle, the marvel of modern engineering near twice the height of the Abbott and Schutzman.Even now, it still. If we want a distraction we can go out. So, no tv. Care to see my room?”She said, “Yes, that would be nice.”As they got up and went into the bedroom there sits the workbench and the bunk beds. And Bob realizes it was only a single bed and not much headroom. She asked me, “Where am I going to sleep?”Bob smiled at her sheepishly and said, “The bed is a lot bigger than you think. But you might be right, there is not much room. I figured you would sleep with me, as you came all this way to see me,.