It was certainly not as good as the real thing, but it did leave me feeling closer to him and I slept soundly.The next morning I slept late. I didn't ...ave plans and decided to spend the morning with a good book. After washing my face I brewed a pot of coffee. The doorbell rang as I was heading back to the bedroom. I slipped into a robe and went to the door. It was a delivery guy with a dozen roses. I accepted them and ran like a schoolgirl to the bedroom to read the card."I wish I were there to. He is holding it, stroking it. I touch myself gently, opening my labia, my pink moist entrance in full view of his eyes, eyes I can't see. He is just a cock now. Just a beautiful, hard cock with a slight upward curve. With two fingers holding myself open I slide two fingers of the other hand inside my pussy. I'm wet, almost to the point of oozing onto my seat. I see him take himself in both hands. Are his hands small or is his cock that big I think to myself. He is stroking fast now. Pumping. "Jordan grabbed her coffee mug and put it on the counter and took her in his arms, "What is it?"Angel fell against him and began to hyperventilate."Angel, it's OK," Jordan said stroking her hair, "Calm down baby," he pulled her shaking body to him and kissed her forehead, "Just tell me what it is." Well I, um, I don't have any," she began to explain, "and E-e-th-an," she managed.He put his finger up to her lips, "Shhh, try and relax." He held her for awhile until she calmed down. And he. He was agreeable for a meet and so the game was afoot. Ironically he was partly responsible for the lag as trust issues gave Hunny Bunny some pause, she was not sure how an outside experience may impact on our very well cultivated relationship, and she was protecting it fiercely. Maybe it was the fact that cruelly we were denied hanky panky time for a long while, and she was certainly in dire need of a good old fashioned rutting, and that may have made her more agreeable, I didn’t really.