I asked him to take it easy and hugged him – mainly to prevent two things – one to prevent him from sucking straight away and two to prevent him f...om French kissing me with his whiskey smelling mouth. I did manage it rather remarkably as he slowly started nibbling my left nipple. All along I was trying to play with his cock – but he kept pushing my hand with a ‘No Sir, I can’t let you do this Sir. The ‘Sir’ salutation was apparently because of my age – I being in my fifties. So he made it. She and Clay got everything straightened out, but Callie kept things going with Bruce and eventually she even married him.Who the hell did she love Clay or Bruce?I don't know. I think she wanted both of them. She knew Bruce was going to amount to something, but I think she liked being with Clay. Anyhow, after they were married Callie kept teasing Bruce about Clay. She would do and say little things to get him riled up just for the hell of it. I am not sure, but I think she was still sleeping. ‘Am I suppose to take that as a compliment?’ I asked, lifting myself up, my face hovering inches above hers. Her eyes slowly opened for the first time after her orgasm and I saw the love that was in those eyes staring right back at me. ‘Of course you are, silly,’ she said, reaching down with one hand and grabbing my erect cock. Suddenly, something struck me as she stroked her hand up and down my shaft, pulling the skin every which way. ‘Carla, I don’t have any-,’ I started, but she cut me off. ‘Oh! Sam!’ She gave a gasp of… was that passion? Lust even? He could hear it in her voice! ‘I want to get into my car and drive down to you… I want to get to you… I want to hold you…’ he paused, ‘I want to touch you… to kiss you. I want to kiss you all over – to know every inch of you. I want to make you cry out your pleasure to me. I can make you do that Sarah… Do you believe me?’ ‘Yes…’ A shaky little word, ‘Yes Sam, I do!’ Sam rose from the sofa, his body hard and full of purpose. ‘Two hours.