<em>"Mmm, fuck."</em>Patti's voice retained that strained withdrawal, yet her body was relaxing.  Where tension had crept along the woman's legs and waist, making her somewhat rigid, she now started to loosen up.  Even her breaths came a little easier, and as it went with this sort of sex that was all it took for the rhythm Terry so desperately wanted to set to get a little easier.  As he hugged her hips, she called back to him once more with softer words than before.<em>"Good, baby.  Gently fuck my ass.  Mm,"</em>she said ahead of another livid lick of the lips.<br/><br/>Kat's lips relented as Geoffrey's walking digits down below grazed into her body, mouth parting even wider as he did a little exploring.  Fluttering eyelids sealed as she hissed at him, lips promptly pursing only to turn in and smooch his cheek.  Even with his weight upon her and his expert manipulation of her overly worked up state, Kat was relaxed.  She felt comfortable as she would've in her husband's arms, a sure sign that this was right even if this man could never replace Terry.  When he offered the soiled fingers, she breathed them in deep with a fire rekindled in her eyes.  Once more she took to his fingers - the both of them this time - and sucked down their mixture obediently.