As she reached the road passing the house, Matt opened his door, he ran towards her and joined her. “I heard everything,” he said, “come on, let...��s go for a ride,” he said as he ushered her into his car still parked down the street where he had left it. Jane got in, crying. Why the fuck was she crying? She thought. It wasn’t the loss, she thought, so Jane put it down to the shock of the situation. She stared through the windscreen as Matt drove off. They finally reached an open park, they got. She had soaked his trousers and hand with her cream, she hadn’t noticed being too wrapped up in her orgasm. “Stand up Suzanne.” She tried, but her knees betrayed her, control had not yet returned. He helped her to a kneeling position now facing him. Unzip me and take my cock out. With trembling fingers, she fumbled at his zip. Eventually, she managed to pull it down and gently prise his cock out. Her first close up view of the male organ. It was huge, at least in her eyes. Hard and covered. So she lowered the towel and did her best to fasten it around her waist. Of course the towel was still too small to do this properly, so it hung lower above her hip and her right thigh was still in my plain sight.”I didn’t know you were home,” she said, her breasts bare and open for my viewing.I tried not to stare, but she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch. I turned my body slightly, but the angle only showed her more detail.”It’s okay,” she said calmly. “Too late. As I moved around the dining car, setting up what I could for the breakfast service, but with more time than work to do at this point, I went over the scene again—and the night after—for what must have been the thousandth time in my mind. It was a great scene, a really sexy one. The movie was one of those moody, dark mystery ones that didn’t really resolve itself. Maybe that’s why it didn’t take at the box office—because it didn’t resolve itself. But, in that sense, it was reality, not a copout.