Thankfully, she answered my knocks right away. She was dressed only in a white bath towel, with another wrapped around her hair, turban style."Hi, Amy..." I greeted her."Hi! Oh — you're soaked! Wait, don't come in! Take off your shoes and socks so you don't track mud all over the place." She looked me over and continued, "Better take off the pants, too."I did as she asked. Now I was standing on her porch, wearing only my boxers and a dressy shirt. Well, it was dressy before I got out of the car.. The pace subsided as we both tried to regain our breath, she looked up at me with a beaming smile as I slowly pulled out of her, my cock covered in cream of our mixed juices. I stood up and Julie sat up looking at my softening cock and I stoked her hair gently pulling her towards me, she didn’t hesitate and leant forward taking my cock in her hand and pulling it towards her mouth she licked the juices off the head before sucking the last drops out. Her tongue then covered every inch as she. You must have a thousand questions.”Rebecca did have questions but scarcely knew where to start. The two women had ‘tea’ from four in the afternoon to nearly midnight. Rebecca was shown a room with two single beds where she and Mrs. Weed would sleep. It was still better than the five women in the boarding house. Their conversation centered on the craft and thealogy, reflection on the feminine divine.“You have come one long step, Becca. You have entered inside the circle of the goddess. But that. She lay down in bed and pulled the sheet over her body. Summer nights round here are hot, and the sheet was more for contact than warmth.We looked at each other for a while."I'm sorry," she said.I smiled away her impending explanation. My brief resentment from earlier was long gone."Don't worry about it. Let's just start over."Megan nodded, as I took a breath and began again."So," I started, "first off, your worry about losing me as your husband because of sexual performance is silly. I mean,.