Her head rested on my chest and her right leg across my hip. She was snuggled up tight as she slept peacefully.I wondered what her night with Ed had b...en like. My night with Rachael had been gentle, tender, almost loving. It had felt almost too intimate. The gentle kisses and caresses, the slow lovemaking with intense orgasms followed by quietly talking. Each conversation was deeper and more intimate, each of us revealing hidden layers of feelings and emotions. Each had led to more kisses,. He was a handsome man with short brown hair and stellar physique. If he didn't accept her offer of stroking his ego in secret, he would have regretted her lack of attention afterwards. And he felt glad that he had the opportunity to know who she really was.It took him at least thirty minutes to return home in a Los Angeles suburb. Everything appeared to be normal on this sunny and warm afternoon. No clouds, no traffic rush, and no interference with his main objectives. Everything seemed to love. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He unfastened her garter belt and tossed it to the floor, her panties following quickly. He spread her legs and lay between them, kissing her deeply, his tongue engaged in a sensuous dance of love with hers. His kisses left her mouth to trail over her cheeks, eyes, nose, forehead, down to her ears, then on down her neck to her shoulders. He tenderly kissed the throbbing pulse-point at the base of her neck, feeling it beat rapidly in anticipation.He. God. "This is moving pretty fast," I thought to myself. My Mother just referred to my dick, the dick that was permanently hard for her."It doesn't go down when it's around you. I don't think it ever will."She smiled, a serene and satisfied smile, and I kissed her again, and this time I couldn't help it. I made small hunching moves with my dick against her thigh. She responded with a burst of passion in her kiss, putting her hands on the back of my head and pulling me into her as she raised her.