Her next command was for me to remove her clothes, but to do it slowly so that she would feel sexy while I did it. I had never been involved with a wo...an dressed the way she was, so I was having to make it up as I went along. I gently removed her head scarf and folded it. She directed me to put it on the floor near one of the sides of the gazebo.She was wearing a wrap around her body from her shoulders to her ankles. I had no idea what to call it, but I had to make several turns around her to. ’ She whispered. Realizing that I could both talk to her and pleasure her at the same time, we began having a conversation, me spelling into her pussy, her whispering back to me. ‘Is it starting to feel good?’ ‘Yeah, a little.’ ‘Keep looking at me. Know that it’s your Toby between your legs.’ She didn’t respond to that, other than beginning to absentmindedly stroke my hair. ‘You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You taste beautiful.’ I tongued out. Her hips were beginning to gently gyrate. "That's bullshit and you know it. Tell me what's going on. We have been friends since high school and I can tell when your are feeding me shit and telling me it's apple-sauce." This is why I loved Jan. She had the mouth of a sailor, but she was straight to the point and caring. "I don't know if I can tell you. You will probably go nuts," I smiled at her. "Unless you killed someone, in which case I don't want to be an accessory, tell me what's going on." I sighed. "Fine, but lets sit in the. " she replied taking the bottle from my hand and setting it on the foyer table. "I need to remember that I am alive," she added as she moved closer and buried her face against my chest.We were very different people and I was a man half her age. Yet, none of that mattered at that moment. We both were crippled from the same deep loss and we both needed to feel the closeness of human touch again. She was right. I needed to feel alive again as well.With our passion set ablaze, I devoured her mouth.