” she said. I continued the sordid story.“Well after we had kissed for awhile and been touching each other I knew he was large, but I had no idea ...ntil I opened his pants. I told him I didn’t think I could do it after I saw how big he was but he assured me I could and with his direction I got about 5 inches down my mouth. His head had just entered my throat and I was gagging a lot, but he slowed down and let me take him slower.” I looked up and now Jeffery seemed much more engaged and of course. " "Do you want me to turn around and not visit." "I don't know. I am nervous." but you are very aware of the wetness in your panties and the heat you feel coming from your cunt. "Well dear... I am about 5 minutes away. Tell me if you want me to continue or turn around. Decided I am almost there. Tell me sara do you want me there?" "Yes Sir I do" "Good then I want you to go into the kitchen get a bowl full of ice bring it to the living room and then tie the scarf around your eyes as a blindfold.. And not just in the lovemaking arena. Between exhaustive bouts of passion, we lay there, sweaty, and talked about anything and everything. In one sense it was like we'd just met, and knew nothing about each other. But in another sense it was just what it was - two people long separated who hungered to know everything that had happened to each other during that separation.We changed the dampened sheets and when she had me help her drape the damp ones over the furniture, she explained she only. I’d been aware of the tension in my body well before arriving in Vancouver. It had been a long time since I’d had a partner: constant travel made maintaining any kind of relationship almost impossible. I’d given up on sex for the past eighteen months, devoting myself to work.But after my initial grief and the formalities of my father’s funeral and bequest, I’d found myself constantly horny. There was just something about the nearness of death that made me desperately want to fuck, some ancient.