I am a pretty happily married 44 year old man. I married a wonderful woman 18 years ago and have a wonderful 17 year old daughter, April.As with most...marriages, there are good days and bad days. Sometimes we feel neglected and other times the king of the world.Though, for the past several years, a certain area of my marriage has been diminishing, Sex.Though my wife and I talk about everything and she knows I want more, it never seems to manifest itself into reality. There's always something. "Oh god!" I gasped.I could tell he wanted to say something else but Steven had obviouslyseen the waiter heading back towards our table with the bottle ofChardonnay in an ice bucket, which he opened with a flourish and letSteven taste before filling our glasses.The moment we were alone again Steven added with a naughty tease inhis tone, "Well that or they're thinking you are a high price shemaleescort!" Steven!" I gasped blushing brightly at the thought of being seen asan escort.Steven lightly. I lifted up and his cock was gliding down and grazing my pussy. I moved on top of it and slid my pussy over his cock, making him wet from my juice. I went up and down teasing him a little bit and he seemed to really enjoy this. Then I went up a little further and the cock managed to find his way exactly to the right spot. I knew, if I moved down just right it would slide right in. And so, I did. Slowly, retreating a little bit every bit down, but going deeper every time. It took a full minute. From tone alone, he soundedfriendly- well in comparison to what she had dealt with in her short stay here. When her eyes stoppedblurring from her tears she could also see he *looked* friendly. Soft brown eyes, shaggy brown hair.When this man had come to Neverland it was when he was fairly young, probably nineteen or twentyyears old at best. At least if the stories about how people never age in Neverland were true...Penelope had tried to think through every rendition and story she had ever heard.