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I took a sip of coffee as Melissa placed her cup on the table beside the sofa.
She stood up and walked to the TV, switched it on and selected a radio station from the list of options.
We had a reasonably good chat and we laughed as well, which in my book, is always a good sign.“So, when did you get married?
” she asked.“Oh, about three years ago,” I replied with a smile. I think you’d like her.”“I’m sure I would,” she replied with a grin.
I parked my car a little down the road and started to walk past her house, looking in through the window to see if anyone was at home. I didn’t know; perhaps hoping that she would see me and come running out to greet me. I could see it in her wry smile and the way she pursed her lips.
I felt a little relieved to find that there was no sign of movement in the house even though the lights were on and I started to walk onwards. I quickly looked down to her heaving bags of shopping, trying their best to contain their contents by the thin straining handles.“They look heavy.
Melissa giggle and turned to face me, resting her bum against the kitchen sink.She whimpered into the mirror leaving me to fuck her as hard as I could and take my own pleasure.Although that wasn’t my style and I was desperate to hold back and make her come first. I wondered to myself whether that was the reason I was here?We headed to the lounge and sat on the sofa and this time, we chatted a little easier.She found out quite a bit about what had happened to me in the intervening years and she was also forthcoming with her own events.