I wanted to see how infatuated he was. “The real thing is much better, isn’t it?’ He stopped for a moment and looked at me, understanding in a flash all that had happened, I lowered my mouth to his, our tongues becoming untwined, his hands racing across my back, down to my thighs. My desi I changed into the new nightgown, looking at myself in the mirror. I knew I should respect his privacy, but the temptation was too much. After half an hour he came out, I was leaning against the kitchen counter reaching for a plate, when he rapped his arm around my waist and pushed against me, I moaned with pleasure while he unzipped the dress, kissing my back, letting the dress drop to my feet. Without thinking I went, waiting outside the door for a moment. But no, I had just finished a two year affair with a married university professor I met at
