Ron had one of their catalogs in his apartment when we were first getting kinky and I thought it was a silly word that I would never accidentally use....The only time I intentionally use it is when Ron asks me what my safeword is before we start an intense session.Anyway, Ron is working a local job... well relatively local. It is about an hour from home if you took the freeway. Then it is about five miles back to the actual site where they are building this brand new factory of some sort. Ron. Fireworks shooting through me and trembling all over, I leaned on his shoulders as I stepped out of them.Placing a kiss on my belly button he said, "Stretch out on my bed."Somehow, I managed to have sense enough to pull off the comforter before doing anything. Lying on the sheets, I watched him take off his jeans. His cock was straining against his briefs and I saw the wet spot on them before he lowered them.I knew a little about what to expect. Mom and I had had many talks, but actually seeing. I’ve tried all the usual ideas, from masturbating to rolling over and trying to sleep instead. The usual result is that I wake up the next morning, grumpy as hell, and bitchy all day. But you never seem to be like that. So, what’s your secret? How come you always seem so cool, calm, and collected?”, Anita confided.“Me? Cool? Calm? Collected?”, Jim replied inquisitively. “You must be on some really strong medications, Babe!”, then allowed himself to compose his thoughts before he continued.“But. Her own body ached as consciousness became clear and she did indeed hear the mad dash scuffling up the path to meet him. She turned and stretched luxuriantly, blissful in the moment. Surely she had known all along that he’d be home soon, hadn’t she? Her hands moved lightly along the flatness of her warm belly and passed up over her nipples as she thought of where he’d been. The bars, the parties with the painted girls- dresses tight- eyes and mouths spilling promises and lies. She ached to.