I met her over at the same playground. This time, it was Winter. All of the leaves had fallen from the trees, leaving our hideaway in the woods expose.... I started to rack my brain for ideas for other places we could go. Neither of us could host at our respective homes because we both had family there. I wasn't paying for a room for a quickie either.Carrie didn't seem worried at all though. It was already dark and there were no k**s at the playground. She suggested we do it right there. We. He was making me hot just looking at me. I stepped out of my bottoms. He glanced down and said, "Susan. I never realized how beautiful you are until right now. Could I join you in the shower?" I was hoping you would ask me that," I responded.He stepped out of his tight suit. His dick looked even longer now. After taking off my panties, we both got in the shower, and he took the liquid soap and worked up lather on my chest. His hands felt wonderful as he squeezed the A-cups I had. He was using. After some time it looked as if she was getting my point and appreciated my view towards all these things. She didn’t say much about it though. There were again and again those silent awkward moments which all of us hate. Finally she broke her silence saying “I really appreciate you but there are a lot of things which we can do apart from penetrative sex.” I got her point. I took my cock in my hands and started stroking it up and down as it had fallen asleep during all those philosophical. For most people however the shift to considering self as spirit, becoming aware of self as spirit, is a huge leap. The energy of Eros can push in that direction or act to block it according to our true intention. A funny story, in some ways perhaps a tragic one: I once called my first love a ‘Goddess’ and she objected saying: ‘Oh, Don’t put me on a pedestal.’ She said it in a way that I felt attacked such that I did not or maybe could not explain that I was calling her a Goddess because she was.