Roxanne raised her head. Her partner, eyes closed, moaned in response to Roxanne's talented tongue. "Do you like that, dear?" "Fuck yes," she replied. Her brown hair was tousled and damp. Makeup, once put on expertly, now was a smudged and streaked mess. Her thighs trembled, partly due to fatigue and partly to desire. She had not felt like this in years. Her husband, once her passionate lover, was now a familiar friend. S...