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   It was one of those late spring or early summer days that was going to
be hot but not unbearable.  I was lying on the bed, listening to the shower
run as my mind wandered.  As the water stopped, I realized that I had been
thinking about Kay: rubbing the soap over her body and now drying off.  We
had made plans to meet friends and while it had seemed like a good idea at
the time, I was beginning to regret it.  It seemed to be a better idea to
just stay home and play with Kay.

   She came out of the shower area and pulled on some panties before
beginning her preparations.  From where I was one the bed, I had a perfect
view: her ass was framed by her thong underwear and the movement of her
breasts in the mirror as she finished drying her hair.  It wasn't until she
looked in the mirror at me and giggled that I realized that I was stroking
myself as I watched her.

   "And what are you thinking about," she asked?

   "You," was my answer.

   "What about me?" The age-old female question that guys just know means
they are on the edge of a minefield.

   "I enjoy looking at you and I wonder how we ended up together."

   "You got me drunk and took advantage of me!  My self respect demanded
that I stay with you and make your life hell for doing that."

   "In that case, come here and let me have some more hell."

   "I hear and obey, oh masterful one!" Yeah, right.

   As she approached, I made room and then as she crawled on the bed, I
moved to meet her.  I pulled her down and started kissing and stroking her.
As she began to purr, I started to kiss my way down her body.  As I started
going down on her, she spread wide for me and then with each climax, she
would wrap her legs around my head to hold me in place.  While I was eating
her, the phone rang but that's why we have voice messaging.  It was
probably after eight or ten climaxes that she started asking me to stop,
but I insisted on her having one more.  We lay there together while she
caught her breath, then she said, "I have a question for you.  Why don't
you like cumming in me?  I know that you enjoy me but you almost never cum
inside me.  Am I that loose, that it's not good?"

   To buy time before answering, I went for drinks and checked the message.
It was the people we were supposed to meet, saying that they were going to
be a couple of hours late.  Cool, but now back to jeopardy.

   As we drank, she said, "Well."

   "We've known each other a long time and I knew that you weren't just a
one night stand.  I also knew about the issues with your son and had to
consider that.  That first night together was incredible but at the time I
thought it was because we were drunk.  The next time we were pretty sober
and it was still incredible!  When I start cumming in you, you start
cumming also, which keeps me cumming until its like we're either merging
together or you're sucking the energy out of my body.  Its' scary how good
it is and I'm trying to get used to the very idea of it.  So if I figure
that if keep making you cum, you'll still be around while I try and figure
this out.

   She had funny look on her face, like this was too much honesty.  We lay
there together, each in our thoughts, until she moved over me.  She kissed
her way down my body and took my cock in her mouth.  When it was hard
enough, she moved up and put me inside her.  I always love looking at her
as we make love, the look of concentration on her face as she begins to
climax and the flush that goes over her body as she does.  After she came,
she leaned down and motioned for me to roll us over so I was on top.

   As I moved inside her, she started talking to me.  "Cum in me.  You are
as deep in my heart as you are in my body at this moment.  See how I open
up for you to enjoy me as much as I enjoy you.  I want to feel you cumming
inside me, feeling safe enough with me to totally let go." She got her wish
and as I started cumming, so did she and fed off each other's climax.  I
felt the "petit le mort", the little death as the French call it, and
seemed to pass out on top of her.  When I recovered, I realized that all of
my weight had been limp lying on her and started to move.

   She hugged me to her and said, "Don't move.  It's OK.  Don't move until
you're soft and fall out of me." So we lay there together as I got soft and
as I did so, the feel of her would give me the shakes and she would groan
as I moved both in and against her body.  When her muscle contractions
finally pushed me out of her, I rolled over and we lay there hold hands. 
She happened to look at the clock and started to jump up, saying, "We're
late".  I pulled her back and said, " That's what the call a little while
ago was about.  Bob and Lisa are going to be late.  We're Ok." She had a
quizzical look on her face as she asked, "There was a phone call?  Damn, we
were into it!" Then we looked at each other and laughed as we headed for
the shower together.