My breathing softly raises and lowers my covers as I sleep, and softly, almost gently you slip your hand underneath my blanket, underneath my shirt. Y...u touch my flesh. You feel my chest. Your hand is on my heart and you feel the beating just inches from your fingers.Slowly you slip your hand lower, across my stomach, stretching your fingers and feeling my muscles move as I breathe. Deeply, slowly. In and out. Your hand feeling every breath, and then you slide your hand a little lower and feel. " She looked at me and shook her head."And you... " she said. "So strong, even then. You never shed a single God Damned tear. It looked for all the world as if you just didn't care. You weren't the one who seemed to need help. You went on about your business like none of it mattered."She turned and looked at my face. Her eyes bore into mine as if she was trying to glimpse the soul inside of the body."It was just like now," she said. "You sit there like some huge cat. You're weighing all of your. All I have to do is read. She glances at her mostly-empty coffee cup, and decides she’ll fill it after she reads a few more pages. We’ve been following the 94 for what feels like weeks now, stopping briefly in little podunk towns along the way. At least we’re finally out of Minnesota, though Wisconsin’s not much better. Just one little town after another, lots of farmland in between, not much growing yet. The little dirthole we just left was called Woodville. Sign boasted eleven hundred people.. I was flattered on the one hand but on the other hand, would he really want to be with an "old woman" of 31 who had k**s? Such was the state of my naivety...at that time, I had no idea how hot (or common) the "older woman/younger man, purely physical sex" subject was. And of course the other part was due to his cock size...he'd sent photos of it and proved that it was him by including his face...and it was a monster! Long, thick, veiny and as dark as black coffee, with a big set of low-hanging.