It'd be something special between us that no woman after me could ever claim. I simply nodded, and encouraged him to go slow, so if he didn't like it,...he could stop at any time.I suddenly realized how much I adored this man who slept with so many prostitutes, but didn't have a clue about being intimate with a woman he was emotionally connected to and perhaps even loved. I loved being his first 'intimate' woman. He was my 'Virgin' and I was going to deflower this darling man. I was going to. He said it was nice and warm. - I was surprised how much piss I had left. I saw the dreamy look in his eyes and let go of the base of the condom. My fresh Piss gushed out between our bodies making the pools of urine we were sitting in warmer. He moaned -- only shooting three or four small spurts of semen.I flopped down on the only fairly dry part of the bed left. He kneeled between my legs both of our penises were soft. His penis is much larger than mine when soft -- almost the same size as. Turning into the kitchen, I noticed two important things. Firstly, my husband was in the kitchen, naked, and looking yummy. Secondly, he was sitting at the long wooden bench seat, facing the table, and about to get started on bacon and eggs. By himself.I did the only reasonable thing. I sat beside him, snuggled up close, and tried my best puppy-dog look, in hopes of some breakfast. I knew it would work, but he went one step further, insisting that I sit there quietly while he fed me.For a. ”“No. So, here’s my idea. Why don’t we move back to Maryland, and get an apartment for a year? I can show you some rural areas and if you like them, I’ll build you a house. How does that sound?”Her eyes goggled a bit. “You’ll build a house?”“Well, no, not me. I’ll hire an engineer or architect or somebody to build a house.” She simply stared in disbelief some more. “So, what would you like in a house? Start thinking about it.”“I’ve never even thought about building a house. What do I do?”I.