Henry was my first and until I met you, my only,” she admitted.“You’re kidding me,” I said. I couldn’t believe no one had tried to get her i... bed since I went off to college. Hell, I couldn’t believe I was the only other guy to ever get between the sheets with this smoking woman! “Oh, I’ve had a few chances since the divorce, but I just wasn’t ready,” she explained, “Plus my last lover was a hard act to follow!” she said, rubbing her foot against my leg.I was still in awe that she had only had. By now Sue was more with it and looked over to Carol and giggled, saying "welcome to my world" and apologised for her hubby being such a heavy cummer. Carol groaned at the dirty talk and said she loved being filled up with so much semen. I reassured Sue that I too loved the feel of Carol's cunt being so thoroughly used and suggested it might be nice to give Carol a fisting, which she loves, especially when she's full of cum. Carol readily agreed and I rearranged her onto her back. It normally. It was the one below the mirror that caught her attention; it was sparking and smoking. Curious she bent down and reached her hand out, then stifled a yelp of surprise when the sparks leaped into her skin and disappeared. She flexed her fingers, feeling that now-familiar pull inside herself, and sure enough a rush of pleasure-inducing power soon followed. She watched, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and her breath coming in pants as electricity visible crackled out of the socket to be absorbed. Tonight, however, is the right night. I close my eyes and I’m immediately in our garden. Full of yellow roses. I can smell them as I inhale. I can feel them as my hand reaches out and grazes over them. I can hear the water of the stream trickling into the pond. I walk along the path, searching for him…and then, I see him. He is here. Right there before me. He always waits for me in the same area, always somewhere near the pond. It’s not hard to see him standing there, he’s wearing almost all.