Don’t want to say the wrong thing and have a woman jump on it—worse yet, to have her bring it up later…You remember that time we were talking an... you said…’ No, he’s got to think this through.'"“Well…” she wants an answer.“Let me ask a question first. So, you’re saying that women get over things and are more ready to move on after they’ve been burned. They let go of things better than guys, right?”“That’s right.”“I’ll admit I’ve been a little gun shy since my divorce. I don’t want to just jump. .The flood gates open, time to harvest her field. I shower her womb with my seed, spreading it everywhere inside her, every last thick drop flows from my tube into her beaker. My soldiers have a new camp. She smiles. I'm all the way inside her, making sure nothing escapes her. She lets out this long, emphatic moan, FINALLY! But I'm not done. This is just phase one.I lay down next to her to kiss her, holding her head, massaging her scalp and feeling her hair. Our bodies are sweaty, so. It actually hadn’t seemed to be any drier and I couldn’t figure that out but I wasn’t complaining. I had to keep my legs crossed or my back turned to mom because I had a hard-on nearly the whole evening just thinking about her in bed with me and maybe being able to fuck her ass cheeks again. I was furiously trying to think of some way I could actually fuck her. Tonight I really wanted to feel her tits. Once again I got to bed first and once again she wore a very short nightie. This time it was. Now he was up, quietly raising from the bed and off to the bathroom.After the toilet flushed I heard the shower come on and the metal doorclicking shut.So, what was the rest of this date going to be? Do I just hang outhere, maybe he comes out all squeaky clean and we go at it? I knew myhair was a complete mess, I considered jumping up and trying to fix thisugly as best I could in the mirrored closet doors. I tossed the coversaside and swung my feet out of the bed. OK, lights, I need to see.