Do you have a thermometer?”Caller: “A thermometer? Yea, we have one in the medicine cabinet. What do you want with that?”Operator: “No, no... that kind of thermometer. We need a cooking thermometer.”Caller: “What’s that?”Operator: “It’s this big long thing that looks like you should shove it in a piece of meat.”Caller: “Oh, I DEFINITELY have one of those. Let me get that out for you, Kitten.” (There’s a snap and zipping noise) Operator: “Sam? Did you find it?”Caller: “Got it right. But the divorce went through and they hooked up apparently long term and i didn’t want to see him again, even when he came to visit his c***dren who were pretty much grown up and autonomous by then anyway, I didn’t want to see his loathsome cheating face ever again.That was three years ago when my self esteem crashed and burned. I became something of a recluse. Not wanting to socialise despite encouragement and kindness from my friends. I didn’t miss men or sex or anything like that. I carved. Her continued stroking was taking me to the promised land, and I tried to het her to stop. She would not. I asked her to "let me in." She would not.I believe she knew exactly what she was doing, and she relentlessly kept up the static anal penetration while stroking my cock. I all but begged her to let me in, but she simply looked at me and grinned. While I was half-stroking her pussy and half-pushing her away, I was captive to her passion. Within a few minutes, she had me spraying all over her. The fire was hypnotizing us as the flames danced and the wood crackled as it burned. My arm was around you and your head lay on my shoulder. Almost dozing, I felt your hand moving on my thigh and on the bulge that was building within my pants. Your fingers expertly opened my pants then slid up and down my exposed shaft. Without mercy you quickly brought me so close. My body quivered as my cock strained against your hand. With a gleam in your eye you kissed me then whispered in my ear. My orgasm.