Jan was so excited I thought we may raise some attention from the neighbours (still not sure if we did) but we were having fun and it did not take too...long before she orgasmed again.Well my weekend duty of washing the car was done, perhaps not to the usual perfection but with a lot more enjoyment, we went inside the house where Jan dried herself and was rewarded for her efforts by being told to go lie down on our bed, I followed her and said that she had best put the mask on again and lie face. On that lawn with the gardener, and who knows who else, likely to see and hear us. It was wonderful. You were wonderful. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Talk about ‘splendor in the grass!’ “You, too, are indelibly etched upon my mind, heart and soul—the sight of you, the incredible feel of you, the soothing sound of your loving voice. I love feeling your sword enmeshed with the ‘painting and frame’ you described so well. “I love you and I appreciate you, more than words can say. So much so, that only our. Not daring to touch her most sensitive spot with the instrument just yet, she turned it on at its lowest setting and ran it very lightly over her already-moist folds. After several slow passes through her vulva, she moved the vibrator a little higher until it touched her most sensitive place. It was as if lightning had struck. Her hips bucked upward, and orgasm, unannounced, slammed through her making her back arch upward. Several moments of breath-stopping ecstasy later, her body collapsed to. " "Why not?" he asked, curious. She shrugged again. Simon sat up now, concerned. Connie rarely refused to discuss anything outright, but he knew the signs. When she shrugged, when she avoided eye contact—that meant something was weighing on her and she was trying to keep it inside. "Come on, tell me. You know I won't laugh." "It's nothing." I should just tell him, she thought, but it seems so childish and silly. "It must be something," he countered. "You never do this. I've known you for how.