" No ... you were upset, I understand." She started to walk off, then turned back. "Pete, I have to talk to you ... or someone ... rather it was you. ...ould you meet me at lunch?"I was puzzled and excited at once. "Sure, no problem."At lunch, I was nervous ... but didn't really understand why. I just felt an impending tension. She sat her tray down opposite me and fiddled with her food."Pete, I have to tell you something and I want you never to repeat it." I nodded in my usual way. She took a. The entire time, her once-giddy smile was still there, but was now more lustful than cheerful. She got down onto her knees, eyeing the tent in my boxers. She ran her hand over it, and the head of my cock was just barely poking out."Hmm, not bad, not bad." She giggled as she pulled my boxers down a bit to get a better look. She pulled them down to about my knees, exposing my cock. I could only breathe deeply, not wanting to say anything that might change the situation. She looked up at me, held. Without hesitation the new bride dug deep down and through into his night shorts and her fingers encircled a thick and warm hunk of living flesh. ‘Oh God, do you think this will fit into me,’ she gasped. ‘Yes, all of it and three of my fingers – perhaps my whole hand,’ enthused Miles, triggering Mavis into her first orgasm. It was the first time Mavis had really noticed Miles’ beer belly with its three ‘tires’ in the vicinity of his navel. She also had a belly bulge but finding Miles was not. My dinner was filling up the space. I had made some beef stew with home made bread along with some green beans and a salad. It wasn’t a grandiose meal, but it was a good meal. I knew from my history with her in the past it was one of her favorite meals.We ate, laughed and talked while sipping our wine. “Now for dessert…” I got up and opened up the oven and took out a peach cobbler I had warming in the oven. “would you get the ice cream from the freezer while I plate the dessert?” I asked. She.