She sighed deeply as he withdrew his hand. Roland never, ever, had given her that. ‘It is so simple…’ she sighed. ‘How do you mean?’ ‘Ther... is nothing complicated about what you just did, but it feels so beautiful? Why did I not know that?’ ‘That’s why we are here, isn’t it? To learn.’ She rolled the condom cautiously down his length, until the opening ring was in his curls. Her hand lingered, checking her handiwork, although he could tell that her heart pounded with eager anticipation. ‘There. .. I wanted himto shove his fingers into me, hard; something to ease this agonizingache of need. His fingers settled over my swollen and throbbing clit,stroking it softly and making me writhe in desperation.I shoved a hand between our bodies and wriggled it down until it waspressed against the hard length of him in his pants... I couldn'tresist a quick squeeze, before I went to work getting those pants outof the way. It didn't take long before I found a way to free his cock,his pants completely. It felt very ... comforting.I yawned. The fog of sleep was resettlingI was tired enough to sleep for a year. I still wasn't completely recovered, and with my new furnishings I felt very contented.Very contented indeed ... I gazed at the crackling hearth.And I drifted back to sleep, with flames dancing before my eyes.-Maria-The trip back down was horrible. With every step I took I felt like I was damning myself. My footsteps grew heavier and heavier, and it felt like a great weight was being. I had never seen such a motley bunch in my life. There was enough ink to sustain a tattoo parlour for a year. They were a nice bunch of guys, however, and I spent an enjoyable morning in their company. Rod took me to a steakhouse for lunch after work and thereafter, we spent the afternoon watching sport in the man-cave.Rod had not showered that morning and I would come to realize, that personal hygiene wasn’t a daily priority in his life. I also got to whiff his sweaty armpit when he placed his.