Some of it is fuzzy, but I do remember shortly after our first sexual experience that I asked him over to hang out. It was night time and we were kind...of just trying to be normal, but how are you going to be normal laying in bed with someone who was balls deep in you just a few days ago? So we were laying there in my bed talking,then we started to touch each other again. I do have to say though I love his penis. He's not circumcised, so that's a treat and it's such a perfect size. Not too. The taxi stopped again, the red traffic light flooding the cab in it's glow. The fat throb of the engine seemed to permeate the inside of the taxi, my body in tune with its resonance. I laid one arm along the back of the seat, my other hand ran down my stomach, across my crotch, then along my thigh. I was aware of the light turning green, the ambient light inside the taxi changing and several seconds passed before we began our journey once more. The streets at three AM were empty, the taxi. I find a slinky silk top with thin straps that skims my curves and flaunts them to their best advantage. I take my brush to my hair, combing out the tangles that linger in my waist-length, midnight-black hair. I spread some de-frizzer through it, and swish it behind my back. I locate my eyeliner and draw a harsh black line under each of my pale blue eyes. I line the top lids and spread some dark grey shadow on. I apply a light coat of powder and some lip gloss before smiling into the mirror and. "Call me some time Ronnie. I am not a powerful woman like your wife, if she really is your wife, but I think you are an attractive and engaging man. I enjoyed your company tonight." She really is my wife, Angela. I am flattered by your comments, but I am a married man. I enjoyed your company very much as well, and thank you for not being too judgmental, especially to my face." I reached out to shake her hand. Angela took my hand and rose on her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek, lifting her.