Chuckling, he finished his introduction, "Quite, a pleasure, to meet you" breathing out each word still out of breath, uncertain what more to say. He wanted to ask who she was, where she'd come from. How she got in, and when. He remembered the bath water, the girlish feminine fragrance on his towel.
Joe pulled the sheet and blanket over them both. They laid there quietly, complete strangers. Mary's warmth, a woman next to him after so long, her mouth on his c**k so erotic, so amazing, Joe started to get hard again. Her dark hair, her dark brown eyes, her olive colored skin, he felt attracted to her, thought she was quite beautiful. A younger version of his passed wife, Emily.
Mary saw the covers move, and without hesitation reached out and wrapped her fingers back around Joe's rapidly ha
