Yup, it was just like old times…I had a hair trigger. Her mouth always excited me and not just her mouth either. In my own defense it had been almos... a year since I had been with anyone. Stephanie then licked it clean, put it away, and zipped me up. Then we rejoined the party.As the evening wore on the relatives cleared out. In the end it was just Stephanie, Angela, and my parents sitting around and talking. Finally Dad said that it was past his bedtime and took Mom upstairs with him.Stephanie. That she was in deeper water than she could handle."I-I couldn't... do that!" Joan gasped. "My husband... I-I..." He'd never need to know..." ... But... I-I love... him!" Men! What do they know about love... about what really turns a woman on... ?" It j-just seems... so..." Wrong... ?" Carla finished, tossing her au burn hair back. "You'll never know... what it's like... to be turned on... really... until you've been loved... that way... by another woman! Because she's a woman... she knows what. . here we are, apparently just a few miles away. You may not like what I’m about to suggest and perhaps I haven’t the right but, here goes: Would you like to meet up? Say, for lunch or a drink? I realise it’s a big ask, but I would like the opportunity to see you (and hear your husky tones, which I strive to ‘hear’ when I read your messages. Nothing beats the real thing). Please, don’t feel any pressure and forgive me if I’ve been presumptuous. I’ll understand if you’d prefer to keep our. . until it just happened. In any case, that evening, when he suggested they go to Clairmont, a larger town thirty miles away, to visit a museum there ... and called it a date ... he was relieved when she got excited about it.They planned to go on her next day off, which also made him feel relieved, because if they did that for most of the day, they'd be unable to make love, and she didn't seem to mind that at all. At least she didn't say anything about it. He was mistaken about that, too, also.