She had felt that she should show some enthusiasm when, on the night of her return, he had turned to her in bed and moved to lie above her. But someho... she felt nothing, though she dutifully accepted him, opening her legs and letting him into her for the few minutes that it took him to cum. As he rolled over and grunted, she felt dirty, for letting herself be fucked by a man who she no longer cared for, and suddenly realising that she hadn’t cared for him for a long time now. She felt trapped. We waded into the water, talking small talk, and I was both afraid and hopeful that she would ask me more questions about blowjobs.She jumped track as soon as she felt safely out of earshot of anybody up the beach. "So, does your... penis... really get long and stiff and hard?" Forget the small talk, get right to the point!!I tried to hide my shock at the question, and simply said, "Yes it does." I felt strangely like I was teaching a physiology class."I think I felt yours when we were playing. It was now too late to turn back and end this display of masturbation. I couldn’t stop him nor did I want to. It was vile and banal. It was embarrassing and yet it was exquisite in its lust. I moved closer to him and he asked me to lift my dress. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands dropped and lifted my hem to my knees, then my thighs and finally to my waist. I shuddered in pleasure as my wet panties were revealed for his eyes. My pussy was on fire and I couldn’t stop from lowering my. There were just too many differences she hadn’t noticed as a younger woman and they were grating both ways. Tonight her thoughts kept drifting back to that hot summertime as her hands repeatedly sought her crotch for release. At least in her recollection, his phallus was the biggest and best she’d ever enjoyed and she certainly had opportunities to compare during the rest of high school and college.As they sat down together she asked, “Lance, tell me about the woman you were at the fundraiser.