"I've never been able to do this before," Marla told me as her hands explored my now-flaccid cock and the rest of my genitalia.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Just this. Explore," she said. "Just touch and look at a man like this."

"Hmph," I puffed. "Why not?"

"Because, everyone I've ever had sex with seemed to be in a big hurry. I like this."

"I can't imagine anyone denying you to opportunity to do anything you wanted," I grinned at her.

"Oh, there's been touchy feely stuff," she admitted. "Usually in the form of foreplay, though. Not like this. This is nice and comfortable. We're easy together, you know."

"Well, you've already seen that I'm not one to deny you anything," I acknowledged.

Marla was silent, her hands gently caressing and testing my packaged. She hiked herself up on an elbow, her dark hair trailing across her shoulder. "Tell me something," she said, finally. "Are you mad at me for fucking those boys?"

I chuckled. "No, darling. I'm not mad at you for anything."

"Are you mad at Samantha?"

"Of course not."

"I was naughty, you know," she stated.

"Were you?"

"You remember that one boy with the huge dick?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"He was like my second or third that afternoon."

"Okay."

"After I fucked him I gave him to Samantha."

"You did, huh?"

"I told her she just had to feel that big cock inside her."

"Well, she hasn't said anything to me about it." I looked her straight in the eye.

Marla was silent again. "I don't want you to be pissed about that," she stated.

"I'm not," I confirmed for her.