I gathered my courage once again and tried to hide my aroused state as much as possible, "Jessica, I have absolutely no experience with this and... an... I don't think I 'm ready yet. The closest thing I ever got to having sex is when you kissed me a while ago or when Sandra visited me in the shower this morning. Heck, I had not even seen a nude woman before you showed up yesterday morning. Besides, I would not like my first time to be because I ordered someone to do it. I would not be able to. I chided myself for being such an old fool, especially as Mary had warned me at the outset not to fall in love with her.I know why she warned me, but who can really help having any significant influence over how we feel about someone special who has drifted into one’s life only to be snatched back again in the realities of the different lives we lead?I tried my hardest to be brave, to straighten my back, hold my head high and cheerfully wave her on her way home with God speed.I tried, but at. I told her I was getting close and on the very next up stroke she just kept on going up moving down my body like a gymnast dismounting her piece of equipment with practiced precision. Her arms, straddled on each side of my chest, pushed down on the bed and her mouth opened and dove downward to my cock before her knees had even come back to land on either side of my legs on the bed. She had her mouth sucking the juices of her pussy off my dick and bobbing up and down until I would finish. The. ‘Oliver darling’ I said, standing up ‘kindly remove your trousers for me.’ He removed his boots first, and then slowly slid his trousers down. His member was at full mast – it bobbed a little as it was released from its fabric enclosure. I looked at it for long moments – it was larger than my late husband’s, the only other engorged male organ I had ever seen. Once again I stepped back. There he was in full naked glory, like a god of heavenly delight. I ached to mount him, to introduce him into.