Are you sure I can't warm up that casserole I made last night for you? You must be starved. It's already eight o'clock." We'll probably shower and hav... something light. Do you have any of the congealed fruit salad left from earlier in the week? I might have some of that. But nothing else," she reached for her wine glass as well, "except this, of course. Why didn't you fix one for you?"April turned toward the refrigerator, and said, "I'm going out and I don't want to start drinking before I. "All the important stuff is covered," she said.I undressed down to my jockeys and left my important stuff covered, too. "I'm getting into the bed," I warned.I did."Let's do spoons," she said, shifting her body over toward the middle of the bed until I felt her panty-clad butt pressing my jockey-clad middle."Ooooo!" Maria said. "I thought we were going to do spoons. --I feel a fork, there!" Very funny," I said. Now she was plastered to me, her butt pressed up against my erection, her bare back. Remember, this was the first time I had ever touched a single part of a girl's body, so my mind was going insane at the idea of me losing my virginity to a sexy woman at the time of my very first kiss. My hands were still firmly on her soft, drooping night gown - a juxtaposition of sorts - and she just let me lick her wet hole for what seemed like an eternity. My face was being tickled by the luxurious cotton of her cute, thick dressing gown and this seemed to make the current situation much. She reached her hand into my shorts groping for a good grip on my pecker. When she was comfortable with the grip she had on my penis, she pulled me free of the confines of my shorts looking at it for the first time."Grrrr" was all I heard from deep in Rita's throat. I assumed that was approval after her first look at my drooling prick. Rita slowly stroked my cock using all of my copious precum as a lubricant. That was the best my cock had felt in a long, long time. As Rita worked my cock closer.