In stead of retreating from the contact you lean into him and grind your rump into his normal sized hardon. You bend all the way down, almost touchin... your toes and remove your suit completely. The man behind you has his hands on your hips and is sliding his cock up and down your crack. As you raise your torso your entire view is of the elephant cock, you reach out and clutch it with both hands, and you still cannot get your fingers all around it. You lick it from mid shaft to his enormous. The door was open, she lie in the bed reading. I knocked on the doorframe to get her attention, she then looked up from her book to see me standing there standing there, "what is it son"? She said.I hung my head; I couldn't look at her face because I was so embarrassed about what I was getting ready to propose to her. "Is something wrong"? She asked. "No mom" I said, "its about tomorrow" I continued to stare down at the floor, humiliated but I had to tell her this. "Well, what is it son, what. After dinner, we retired to her living room, where she put some soft jazz on the stereo and we sat on the sofa. I’ll confess, I was having trouble hiding my arousal, and I could see an excitement in her face that hadn’t been there the previous three dates. ‘Stu, please don’t take offense, but I’m curious about how a man deals with a loss like yours,’ Kristi said softly. ‘How has it been for you sexually? Have you had any desire for it, or is that part of the grieving process?’ ‘It’s OK. A year. The only thing was, she stopped at my desk. My heart stopped. I thought she saw me checking her out. She looked at me with a sly smile then kept going. I didn’t know what to do, I thought she was going to say something to my boss. I was freaking out. Next thing I know she’s walking out of her husbands office right towards me. Instead of saying anything to me she walks right on by, but throws a small piece of paper on my desk. I didn’t open it immediately but curiosity soon got the better of me..