It's amazing how a little surge of testosterone can completely obliterate your code of morals and your common sense.As I rode down to the parking gara...e where my Mercedes was parked the craving for beer hit me once again. I had some at home I knew; a six-pack of Samuel Adams I'd purchased the previous week and had not gotten around to consuming. But despite my fatigue and my horniness, horniness that would be relieved only by my own hand, I did not want to go home just then. An empty house. What do you think?"She leaned in again and kissed his lips. "I think I'm healed."Joel picked her up and carried her to bed.The next morning Janie got up with Joel, which was a complete surprise to him. Since she'd moved in it was her habit to sleep late after he left for work. This morning though she leaned over and playfully blew warm breath in his ear. Joel had awakened when the clock radio went off, but he feigned sleep. He brushed his ear as if there were a gnat buzzing around it. Janie. Then put your lips just over the head and suck lightly. Damn this feels so good. Then you slowly move your mouth all the way down to the base of the shaft, dragging your teeth lightly. O! M! F! G! I have never felt anything like that. You look up at me and smile. It is so hard to keep my eyes on the road. I reach over to you. You are wearing loose sweat pants. You shift your body around so that your butt is facing the front of the car. I can very easily slide my hand into your panties.. Well, I don’t know what my poor husband would have felt if Jason had left the Facetime on for the rest of that Thursday night, as Jason and I talked and shared through most of the night, only stopping when Jason’s libido had recovered enough to allow us to make love again.For men, sex is maybe three-quarters physical and one-quarter emotional. But for us gals it’s maybe the other way round, and so having given myself so totally to Jason and enjoyed wonderful sex with him, I couldn’t help but.