At some point he had taken his cock out and he put my hand on it....my first feel of a man and my head was spinning. I had my first orgasm that night,...on his fingers and his spunk was all over my hand as I wanked him off.The weekend passed and all I could think about was him at home with his wife and I felt hurt and wondered if he was doing the same things to her. She was his wife and I felt no shame, I loved him and wanted him.The Monday couldn't come quick enough and all day at work we moved. I did catch Sandy glimpsing down at my package from time to time. When she did, I could swear I caught a demonic glint in her eye.I got drunk from the bottle of champagne we ordered from her favorite bar to celebrate my coming of age. Harry's wouldn't be an anachronism in any old mainland city, but in Honolulu, with its tourist-centric view tainting every exterior and interior design, Harry's red Naugahide and hard wood booths, scarred cherry wood bar counter with stools matching the booths,. If you've never had the opportunity to shower with a woman and caress her silky smooth skin with soapy hands, you just haven't lived. I washed her back, then her front. I paid close attention to the parts I was sure Brian would want to get up close and personal with. I made sure to dig deeply to see if any of my spunk was left inside her pussy. She helped the cleaning process by having a quick pulsing orgasm in an effort to expel any residual spunk out of her body.She returned the favor,. I'd always loved him!Which I guess is why I dropped my bags, raced over the ten yards that separated us and then hurtled myself at him. And was immediately enveloped in his strong arms and then lifted effortlessly in the air, he easily twirling me around as his lips kissed my cheek and lips. I had tears in my eyes when he finally set me back on my feet. Any trepidation either of us had at our reunion instantly gone."So I guess we missed each other a little bit," he offered shyly, a tentative.