‘Joe. Turn toward me.’ Something about her tone told him she wouldn’t accept disobedience. He pushed back, and swivelled to her. It was Carol’s turn to be speechless. Her eyes locked on the tent in his pants. ‘Show it to me.’ She practically whispered. When he ignored her, she said more loudly. ‘Show it to me. You saw mine. Now take yours out.’ ‘What?’ ‘I’m 38 years old and I’ve seen far fewer of those than I should have. I want to see yours.’ He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. He reached in, and the head popped out. Carol stared, and licked her lips. ‘I want to see all of it. Push your pants down.’ Joe stood up momentarily, and pushed his pants and underwear down. It was the hardest one she’d ever seen, bigger than her husband’s was, but not by much. She knew right now as wet as she was, it would fit nicely. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and wrapped her hands around him. He thrilled. He’d had many lovers, but he hadn’t had a woman touch him while they were both. She had that smile I adored on her cheeks. “Do you know what I finally did on Saturday?” she said. “I masturbated. I wish you were there with me but I masturbated and finally I orgasmed but Tim it was still a lot of fun even though you weren’t there.” And then she said “I do love being with you. Can we get together again? And soon?” she asked. I said yes.