Denise answered "I need something to drink desperately – and lots of it, whatever it is. Food would be good, too. As for eating, I'll take care of you two later!"

That made Edith and me both laugh before she moved to get out of bed. When she was standing, she told us "I'll be back in just a bit" before turning and leaving the bedroom. Denise and I both took great pleasure in watching her walk away from us.

When Edith was out of sight, I told Denise "If it's okay, I'd like to hold you, if I can."

She gave me a big smile and said "I'd like that", and then let me help get her turned slightly so that she was leaning back against me so I could put my arms around her. As we sat there, she told me "Jim, you keep surprising me in some very nice ways. I know I told you that she's said what kind of guy you are, but I used to have a tough time really believing it. Even when I finally accepted that she might be right, I still had some doubts. But when you protected her, and brought her home the way you did, those doubts were gone. Then when I got on your lap out there in the living room, I figured you'd just get off and not think about me, too – but you did think about me. And now, in here, you were as considerate of Edith and me as either one of us could have asked for, and more. She was giving me an orgasm, but what you did made it incredible. But even after we told you what kind of guy we think you are, and even thanked you, you aren't acting like you think you'd some kind of big-league Stud, or God's gift to women. Instead, you're being a gentle, thoughtful, caring person by holding me like this. If feels REAL nice to be held by a guy that's content to just hold me, and isn't trying to grab my tits or get me going so he can fuck me again. I genuinely hope this isn't the only time you and I and Edith can be together; you're far too much of a gentleman to let that happen."