"I'm getting hard," David said. "Would you like to feel?"

"More than anything," Marsha gasped, "but I'm so frightened. I haven't known any other men since my husband died."

"Don't be frightened," David said kindly.

He guided her hand down until she touched the top of his shorts underneath the thin sheet. Then he released her hand. She understood that David wanted her to do the rest by herself. She slipped her hot hand underneath the waistband of his shorts. She felt the top of his prick. It had been a long time for her, too. She slid her hand farther down and took the rubbery crown between her thumb and forefinger. She moved her fingers up and down the hot crown until she felt his cock-cream leaking out onto her fingers.

"Oh my God," Marsha said. "It's been so long since I've felt that!"

"I haven't had a piece of ass, in two years," David said, "And just the touch of your fingers is enough to set me off."

"Then I'd better ease the pressure," Marsha said.

Marsha released his prick and got off the bed. She put her fingers to her sweet red lips and sucked off his cock-cream. He tasted good. Marsha had always loved the taste of a man's cum, ever since that first time when, as a loving bride, Marsha had sucked her new husband off. She didn't understand why she loved it or why it excited her so much, but she always got those shivery feelings when she sucked cock.

"Have you got on anything under that?" David asked.

"Nothing."

"Then why don't you take it off?"

"All right."

Her hands trembled as she found the zipper of her robe and slid it down. She had never been naked for any man except her husband but somehow it seemed to be so easy. She meekly slid the robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

"You're gorgeous," he said.