Remembering Amanda

I had known her for years... watched her grow up as a teenager, there when she got married, and supported her when she found out her young husband was cheating on her. How... How could I refuse her request to let her feel like a real sexual woman once more? How could I not devoure her with the passion of true lust... true devotion? “Are… are you sure Amanda?” I asked as I gazed deeply into her soft, ravishing brown eyes. The simple question taking all my resolve just to ask as I held her tight small ass in the palms of my hands, wanting to make sure that she wanted this as much as I, that our desires at that moment were the same. “Yes… Yes… Please,” She gasped as she rolled her arms firmly around my neck, gliding her soft velvet lips over mine before draping the tip of her tongue between them, kissing me ever so softly, ever so gently; erotically. The radiant warmth of her lips draping over mine, captivated me so...