The kissing continued, and it held more passion than any she'd ever shared with her husband. She felt the glass in her hand move and she almost panicked thinking it had slipped but she grinned in the kiss when she realized he held it and he set it down... She was quite thankful for that, lest she make a mess on the floors and kill the mood... That now free hand moved down in the opposite direction of the one in his hair and she felt the side of his denim clad thigh...<br/><br/>She moaned again, feeling the way he held her. It was a possessive act and she felt herself leaning into him even more, her body pressed tightly, so much that she could feel his arousal at her lower back and at the top of her ass... Perhaps in a teasing way, or perhaps subconsciously her body moved slowly up and down in a barely noticeable manger, pressing and grinding against him.<br/><br/>She felt that strong arm snake its way around her abdomen, keeping her pulled tightly against him so wonderfully. This, she knew was how a man and woman were meant to be together... It was passionate, intense and wild. His words made her smile as she looked up at his eyes... "I'm really glad I came..." she replied to his words, just as she felt a hand undo the button on her jeans. It was followed by the pull of the zipper in a downwards motion. Then the jeans were tugged down, and she offered no resistance...<br/><br/>Her panties were a deep red, like the colour of passion, and made of lace, a simple G-sting and they were already a bit damp at the front. She moaned as she moved her lower hand a bit further back, her hand trying to squeeze between hem so she could feel his denim-clad arousal...