I'd been close to her for many years. It was she who had encouraged me to take up nursing when I left school, and it was she who had helped to support...my studies at nursing college.I really don't know whether it was this loss that started me having sex without any strings - without any feeling of commitment or needing commitment, or without any sense that this might be the man who might be my future husband, but it was just after the funeral on September 30th that I guess I could say I had my. Vanessa then said it was time for a bathand bed since it was getting late. I didn't want to stand because I was hard.When I did finally stand she looked right at my cock and said somebody is happyto see me. The toilet is right next to the bathtub and that's where she sat as she gave me a bath. As Vanessa washed me I just could not keep my eyes from looking between her legs as they would open and close. I was in a daze each time I caughta glimpse of that large lump which by now was huge. Vanessa. Once she got in the house and got her clothes off, Ariel was a bundle of energy and joy.And sex. Did I mention sex?“Will you paint me again?” she begged. “I just want to let you paint anything on me that you want to!”“Come here and let me lick you some more,” I growled as I crawled across the bed.“Yes?” she squeaked. “Are you going to make me come again? Please?”“Yes. And there’s something else I’ve wanted to explore for a while.” Ariel looked alarmed and scooted up on the bed pretending to get. The conversations that one could overhear would make a sailor go red in the face. “What do you think Muriel, is that a good sized cock on that stud or what?” “It sure is. My cunt has been drooling for days just thinking about it. I can hardly wait to see him take off that thong.”For my part I was enjoying myself. I was the undisputed center of attention. Whenever they could the women would cop a feel. My thong-covered hardon was caressed at every opportunity. I was invited to return the favour.