And so, the two of us were beginning to collect ice on the parts of our bodies not currently touching – a hand here, a shoulder there, bits of our l...gs. We were not pressed close, rather, we were both laying on our backs, looking at the slowly bluing sky.“Well,” Virginia said, quietly.“Mmhmm,” I said.A long silence stretched betwixt us. A million things occurred to me to say – things to speak of, considering what we had consummated last night. I could have brought up how I had never felt quite. I want you.She stood up. "Hold me, Clint. Put your arms around me and hold me, and I'll tell you how it will be for us."Confused but full of hope, I wrapped her in my arms."I'm vain. You know this about me," she said."Yes," I said."You also know that I love you." Like I love you." Yes," she said. "The divorce rate in this country is about fifty percent, so not counting the weird reality that you don't age, the odds for us to succeed as couple is not much better than fifty/fifty anyway." No, not. Wearing sweatpants was his one most important consistency. The soft fabric was ideal to jerk off with. He never got burns no matter how much he held it. Plus the style of the pants would hide most movement and was quite flexible in his games. No need to fumble with buttons and zippers, in the heat of the moment. That is very dangerous in his line of work, so his dress code was well thought out.He jerked his erect prick gently, thinking about his plan. He watched for the next several days. ‘What are you like?’ I giggled and I knew exactly what he had in mind. I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to stroke Oona’s knickers along the length of his cock. I made sure that the pre-cum that was oozing from his bell end was gently wiped on to her knickers in the exact spot of the stain mixing up the horny juices. I wrapped her knickers tightly around his balls and pulled his cock towards my mouth taking the tip between my lips and running my tongue over the head of his prick..