Leroy pulled me closer to him and kissed me again. I felt his cock grow big against my tummy again. I told him that it was amazing how quickly he coul... recover after all that love making.His hands went under my dress and felt up my ass again. I had pulled on my panties so he did not have the same access, this is most likely what stopped us from fucking again. I told him I really needed to get back home.While driving his hand went over to my thigh, he moved up the dress and fingered me while. It is one of the strengths of our relationship, this sharing of stories. Some of them have been told over dinners at restaurants, some while walking and holding hands, some while driving, and some while ‘basking in the afterglow’ of an evening of lovemaking. They run the gamut, these stories: Funny, painful, cryptic, cliched, nostalgic, angry, hilarious. We are trying to make up for decades of not knowing each other, slowly filling in the missing pieces we each have in the picture puzzle of. I was slipping into an altered state and losing all strength to stand when she gently picked me up like I was weightless to her, pulled me into her arms and carried me over to the center piece mattress laying me down like some ”prince charming” would gently lay down his Cinderella. She stood before me, never breaking eye contact as she slowly removed her velvety red dress and her silky bra, allowing her beautiful breasts to be seen. They were perfectly large. Her nipples were long and stood. This time it was to be a little different. The team had made it to thefinals in the Cup and it was to be played in a big city were there was anamusement park. We decided that we would spend the afternoon and eveningthere, which we all agreed sounded like fun.The game went well, our son’s team won and we were in high spirits as weentered the park where we spent the rest of the day riding various machinesthat hurled you hither and dither, up and down and so forth. We all had agreat meal at one of.