"Would you do anything?" I was still lightly stroking her vulva.She nodded, then asked, "Like what?" Oral sex on another woman? Anal sex? Two or three...men at a time?" I guess." What turns you on?" Dunno. Never thought about it." Would you be happy if you became pregnant tomorrow?"She shrugged again. "I guess."I gave another sigh, although I felt she'd been telling me the truth, I also felt there was something hidden. "I've been lightly masturbating you for well over a minute. You are still dry.. Trust me: I am safer than you can imagine."I believed her. But: "Birth control?"She almost smiled. "I will not conceive." But - " Will you toss me out into the snow?" And she pulled the blouse open, slowly, popping one button at a time.I gaped. Her breasts were perfect, rounded in the shape of overripe pears, with an underswell that demanded fingertips. Her nipples were rosy and ever-so-slightly uptilted and ever-so-totally erect. My hands reached out, and my fingers, trembling, grazed the. She whimpered.“So good! -- Wanted it! -- Needed it!” She whispered between breaths.We lay together like this for I don’t know how long. My cock was still very hard.Clare finally sat up and looked down at me.“That’s got to me be the best orgasm I have had in ages,” she said. “But you’ve got more in you. Haven’t you?”Clare wiggled her ass and ground her hips against mine.“The time has come,” I said in a commanding voice.“OFF!” I ordered as I pushed my hips up and rolled her off me.“But…,”. Even though I was under the canopy, pumping my own gas, I was still getting wet. It was then that I saw her through a momentary break in the sheets of rain. She kept looking behind her as she slogged down the road through the monsoon-like conditions. Then she was gone. I finished pumping and got back on the road. Returning home from a conference in North Carolina, I thought I’d take a couple of days’ vacation. I needed it. I wanted some time to think. Think about my marriage, or lack thereof..