Joel laid down on top of me his rigid cock not bending or giving, poking me solidly where ever it pointed. Joel slipped his hand between us and tried ...o guide his rigidly stiff cock to my anus. I asked 'Joel do you have some lubricant?' He looked at me quizzically 'what's that?' I quickly reached between us and captured his massive cock in my hand and tried to explain to him that 'we needed something to help you slide up into me.' 'We didn't use that stuff before in the shower or when we got. I begin to pull back, an inch or so and then push back in, setting up a slow smooth pace, each withdrawal another inch further, each thrust burying the whole shaft back into his beautiful arse. Before long I have the full length of the shaft withdrawing and I can see his arse gripping the flanged head of the dildo, before smoothly thrusting all the way back in. I then stop – with just the head held inside him. "Are you enjoying this?" I ask. "....yes" he sheepishly answers. I reach my hand. " Thanks," he said. "I appreciate that." He hadn't given up hope of action with Heather, but there was something about her that didn't make it an imperative, either. There was something of a kindred spirit he sensed about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. If it eventually came down to a one-night stand, it came down to that. If it didn't, it didn't, and he found himself amazed at being so philosophical about it. "I look forward to these dinners, too," he added. "Have you. The hot water turning cold jerked me back to reality. In the same moment. I felt exhaustion taking hold again. It was overpowering. I needed sleep. Reluctantly, I realized I could not stay in the shower forever, so I climbed out on wobbly legs and towel dried. I lathered myself in lotion, intending to head straight to bed.On my way, I saw the imposing stack of mail on the small table in the foyer. I almost stopped to sort it but the letters and messages could wait until after I’d had a night’s.