“No, I know what you mean; I’m not sure anyone has ever been able to explain it adequately, but yes, me too.”“Really?”“Yes, but I was afra...d to say anything, afraid of the feelings. I need time still to sort through things, and it would be very unfair of me to pretend otherwise, to try to be something I can’t right now.”“I know.”“But that doesn’t mean you have to be celibate too; I don’t expect that. Speaking of which, how’s Angie these days?”I laughed. “Good, she’s good. I talked to her. “Take you time now Mr English, nice and easy, I got you” she said as I inched my way down to the next rung and I could feel her dribbling mouth running up the entire length of my throbbing shaft and as I held on to the sides of the ladder I could feel myself forcing my hips outward as she forced her face inwards and her mouth was definitely pressed hard against my exposed shaft which was now clearly on display.“Take a breather Mr English she mumbled and it was like she seemed to tiptoe as I. 10:15pm and the party broke up, one of the girls asked me how I was getting home and I told her I’d ring a taxi, then Stacy said “I’ll give you a lift” which I accepted.Her car was parked in a car park at the bottom of town, as we walked down she told me a little about herself. She was 47, single, as she joined the bank when she was 16 and had worked her way up to being the ‘chief’s’ private secretary, she was apparently married to the job. As we walked down I noticed she was wearing trousers. You know. My length, or lack of it."Giggling, Marian replies, "Jim. 7" isn't really small. You're pretty well endowed, if I do say so myself. And I won't tell anyone anything you don't want me to. I promise."Slowly I roll onto my back, sit up and look her straight in the eye.. "Really? You think I'm well endowed?"With a shy grin and sly expression she blurts, "I sure do. I wish my boyfriends had cocks even close to the size of yours."Feeling quite a bit better about myself, I look at her and.