Somehow, Karen found her' voice and quivering as it was in her undeniable excitement, she softly managed to convincingly lie: "Steve had to be at the office early… so we went right to sleep…"

"Really? God, I was as hot as a Spanish onion! I must've cum a half-dozen times, but that's that heavy-hung husband of mine," the sparkling brunette randomly informed, then sipped from her cup, her dark-eyes mischievously scintillating as they gleamed across the table. "Anyway, I'm sorry you guys didn't cut it. I know you were right up there with me, hon, the way you were hanging onto Steve." She set down her cup and shook her pretty head. "That's the trouble with insurance, or Don's real estate. Sure, we make wonderful money, but the time involved. It kills me. I can seldom plan a dinner and have it on the hour, or figure on my legal-lover to be on deck when he says. It's always a client who wants to look at property at the most unreasonable hours! Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it… then I look around, or go out and lounge by the pool and decide it is."

Once more, Karen worked up a smile. "Of course it is," she heard herself say, all that her curvaceous young neighbor had openly unfolded without a grain of conscience tossing wildly inside her own wrought-up brain… Cum a half-dozen times? God! Even once would be heavenly…! Heavy-hung husband…! Steve was as big there as anyone she would ever want to know! It was so long and thick… bigger than most, she'd almost bet, or at least an equal… wasn't it…? Wasn't it…? How could she know? It was the only one she'd ever seen, felt, or loved! How could an inexperienced girl compare…! Even if she wanted to…?

"Honey! You didn't answer me," Barbara said, half-smiling across the table at her with her lovely head cocked to one side in characteristic fashion. "You off in a dream-world on me?"

"I'm sorry, Barb… I guess I got carried away there for a moment… something I ought to do," Karen lied again.