(1) The morning after our obligatory sex, what fills me up is a drive with him. His hands gripping the wheel desire my heat. (2) In between caring for my brother-in-law, I fall into his arms. Even though I am afraid of immorality, my body throbs sweetly. (3) I can't feel this with my aging husband. The warmth of his hands as he examines me is the best prescription I can find right now. (4) Every time I meet him, I always whisper, "Hold me" - that's my signal. (5) He's a familiar face, my husband's friend. That's why I let my guard down. The moment I closed the car door, a sweet trap was waiting for me.
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