That wasn’t what held his attention though. It was her lips; her red luscious heart shaped lips, right ruby, still partly reddened by last night’s...luminous gloss, and partly smeared under her chin, that gorgeous little dimpled chin.She needed a handkerchief. She needed a soft consoling voice. She needed a steady supportive arm. But most of all she needed to be kissed.After some preliminary commentary about the wood and the supplies Cal set out on a campaign of affectionate reassurance. He took. We cleaned each other and got out to dry each other off. When I touched her cock the first time it frightened me. I am not supposed to feel like that. I didn't know what to do so I kept on stroking her. We got into bed and I was crazy with passion. I finally got her on her hands and knees and felt my first non female anal around my cock. I couldn't stop my self and came after only a few strokes. She began to laugh and I was ready to climb under the bed. She said we were not done for the night. "YOU CAN'T HIT ME!" she screamed, in that fire alarm voice that always set my jaw on edge. "Y-you -- I'M TELLIN' MOM YOU DID THAT AN' YOU'RE GONNA GET -- mmmmppphh!"That last came because I'd leaned over a few inches, which my lap belt allowed me to do because I'd fastened it loosely, and clapped my hand hard over Cindy's mouth. At that point, I executed a quick right hand turn, wrenching the car into the Jiffy Lube parking lot. Switching off the ignition, I shoved her away from me. At that. I was sitting on the couch sipping the wine, which was chilled and quite satisfying, The living room was quite, TV was off, no grandkids screaming or running around the house. This quite was interrupted when I heard a knock at the door. Peering out between the blinds I saw it was a friend from work. I invited him in, we both walked into the living room and he sat down on the couch opposite me. Would you like a glass of wine or maybe a beer, I offered. His response was “a beer please", which.