I laughed. “Well, yeah, I do feel a sense of accomplishment. But then I had an unfair advantage.”“What do you mean?” She was now stroking my c...ck through my underwear.“You have more in common with my old girlfriend than just looks. Your body reacted the same way hers did, so I knew exactly what to do to get you ‘over the edge’, as it were.”Her hand was now inside my underwear, flesh on flesh as her finger tips caressed the ridge between the shaft and head of my dick. “Well, I’m at a. . incredible," she said between kisses. She looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes shining. "I've never seen a man in person before, but from what I have heard about them, you must be a good one."I looked into her eyes, holding her face in one hand on her soft cheek. I leaned forward slightly catching a blush on her cheeks just before I kissed her. She responded instantly and passionately, throwing her arms around my neck as my hands slid around her slim waist and pulling her closer to me. We. On some ... entirely subconscious, clairvoyant or psychic level or something, some kind of ESP, told us to turn back. I’m so fucking glad that we did. Part of me wishes that we had never left, since Mom and Dad might still be alive, but we don’t know if that’s even true.“They liked their little late drives, too, especially with the advent of more fuel-efficient cars. And we would never have met Margie here ... or should we still call you ‘Aunt Margie’? I think that we should. It will be more. ” They sat there for another hour, talking, watching TV, and just sitting quietly in the warmth of each other’s company. Around eleven, they moved into the bedroom and got ready for bed. From early on in their marriage, he knew that she was more of a night owl than he was and often stayed awake longer. Yet every night, they got in bed together and held each other, sometimes made love, until he fell asleep. This night, he was lying on the bed, spread-eagled naked, when she came out of the.