Believe it or not, I was quite shy in those days. In truth, the first woman I screwed was the one I married and remain with to this day. The day befor... I was to marry, being somewhat naive and possibly innocent, was my second encounter with a man. It didn’t go too well. I had met John while walking my dog. We saw each other many times over a year or so. I found out he was gay, living with an ambulance driver in something akin to marriage. It was the evening before I was getting hitched. We met. ”“What are you suggesting? There is a need for traffic control at these events.”“I agree but I wonder if we were to form a Police Auxiliary, that they could handle those duties. I would think there are some citizens and maybe some ex-military people, both men and women who would volunteer their services and join the auxiliary as their way of giving back to the community. Just directing traffic would be a kick for some people. I know at times I have needed a large number of people to search an. But she managed only to turn onto her side. She felt her clitoris hammering one lustful throb after another. As her hand once more crept down toward her vagina, she ordered it to stop. She willed her hand to fall limply to her side - but it didn't. It was as if two separate parts of her brain were waging war, the decent, rational part against the forces of lust. And lust was winning.Her fingers danced up under the hem of her housecoat, going directly to the ultra-slick, distended lips of her. Again and again that night we make passionate, earth shaking love. I’ve never experienced so much or so many kinds of lovemaking ever before. I’ve learned and experienced things that I’m sure have never been done before, and Santa is still silent, but I can tell that he’s enjoyed himself thoroughly. I’m exhausted on the bed and want to talk to him, but as I catch my breath I can feel that he’s gone from the bed. I look to the foot of the bed and he’s standing and watching me. His face is full.