"Well, that's kind of a personal question. But I will tell you that I've been with enough men to know what I like." I didn't mean to upset you," he sa...d."Oh, you didn't," I said. "But, you have to be careful when you talk to a woman about her sexual past." Okay," he said. "Is there anything you don't like?"Now this was an honest question that a boy curious about sex should ask. "Well, for me personally, I'm not into physical violence. Some women are, and trust me when I say; they'll tell you if. She knew she didn't look like a sex goddess, but Clay always made her feel like one. Joan crossed the room to Clay, who enveloped her in his arms and tweaked her large nipples for good measure.Joan put her hand on Clay's crotch, "What's this?"Clay pressed his pudgy but seriously sexy body into Joan, and said, "I have an idea."A few hours later they had assembled all the ingredients for Clay's plan: scented oil, ice cubes, condoms, suspension harness, and a small package of incense. Having just. Could you just go and get me my pendent?" she insisted, her tone getting brusque."No, Martha, it isn't a joke. You told me to take it back if I thought that giving it to you entitled me to be intimate with you. I thought about it and realized that of course, expensive gifts that a man gets for his wife are, in part, a form of 'payment' for the intimacy and love that he gets from her. So I returned it," I concluded.I wasn't sure of she was going to faint, or explode. I don't think that she knew. He answers the question by closing his eyes and letting out a low moan as my fingers unzip his fly and slip inside, working in to make contact with a nice, thick shaft throbbing with expectations. Jon's place is across the pool area and we make good time to his patio entrance, almost falling through the doors and into his bedroom in our haste.I pull away and begin to strip, smiling as he reciprocates and sheds his clothes. Naked, we come together and kiss again, all the receptors in our skin.