He just continued his quest as I kept moaning and moaning saying to him how good it felt. He enjoyed not to do me in too quickly, just sucking and usi...g his tongue at a steady but not too fast pace. I could not believe this was happening to me, driving down the interstate. Finally, after about 20 minutes of absolute pleasure, he must have known that the time was here for my ultimate explosion. As he sucked a bit faster and faster, I told him I was getting ready to cum, he held his lips even. Frankly, I could have gone my whole life without sex and would have never missed it. Sex to me was like a special meal at a great restaurant. I could live just as well without it, but I sure enjoyed it when I indulged in it. In our marriage, Jon always initiated our coming together. He would ask, or try to ‘schedule’ a time, but invariably something else would happen and it would be postponed. When I look back upon those first 20 years of our life together, I knew Jon had a desire for sex, but. There were the Paint Pots which were another set of hot pools with colored muds of a whole spectrum of colors. At Mammoth Hot Springs we walked among the vast "frozen falls" of white mineral deposits left by the overflowing springs. At the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River we followed Uncle Tom's Trail down towards the river. This trail is only a half mile long but drops a thousand feet in that short distance. At the altitude of the park - more than seven thousand feet above sea level - it. .. I wondered ... Um.”When she didn’t continue, I asked, “Wondered what?” A moment later, I asked again, “Wondered what, Amelia?”“It’s embarrassing.”“Not between us, it isn’t. It can’t be.”She glanced at me and looked away. “Would you let me watch, sometime?”“Yes.”She turned her head quickly and stared. “Really?”“Sure. Why not?”“Wouldn’t you be embarrassed?” she asked, surprised.“Why would I be embarrassed doing something that’s natural?”“But, in front of me?”I grinned at her. “Amelia, if you.