Nancy told him that Marsha was a widow, her husband died in a auto accident a year before. David wondered if she were a lonely widow.

Fucking Marsha might keep his mind off fucking Mark's wife and daughter.

Now he was lying on his back and someone was coming into his room. He was dressed in only his shorts because it was warm in the room. He reached down and pulled the sheet up to his belly. He wondered which one it was going to be.

It was Marsha Cramer. She came quickly into his room and shut the door behind her. She was wearing a loose cotton robe and he was wondering if she had anything on underneath as she came toward his bed. He hoped not. He prayed she had come into his room with fucking on her mind. David had never gone very long without a woman, and the last two years had been hell for him.

"Mr. Williams," Marsha said softly. He realized she was having trouble seeing him in the darkness. "David? Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," he answered. "I'm here on the bed. Just walk forward."

Marsha Cramer's heart was pounding as she drew closer to the man on the bed. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the faint light and she could see him. She felt her breath catch in her throat. He was damn nearly naked, and he was a good-looking man. His chest looked broad and thick as oak. There was no sag in him.

"I didn't want to come here like this," she said. "I didn't. But I started thinking about you. You've been alone for a very long time."

"God, yes," David said.

She moved woodenly as she sat down on the bed. She put her hand on his and she felt him grip her with strong fingers. He pulled her hand to his belly and let her feel the muscular rhythm of his heavy breathing. She had worn no panties and she could feel her pussy getting wet.