“Are you wet?” There was a pause for a moment. I knew I was certainly aroused; my cock was twitching in my shorts. Finally, a very quiet “Yes”... was her answer. I asked if she would like me to “play” with her. She asked “What do you mean?”, and I told her I wanted to give her directions and asked if she would follow them. I assured her that at any time she became uncomfortable with what we were doing, we would stop, or she could simply hang up. She agreed to “try it”.I began by having her remove. .." Stop with the 'but's', baby. You have no idea how many men see you and start drooling and lusting. I'm one of them. But I'm the lucky one. You're mine. And I love you. Okay?" Okay. Just tell me."I slid my other arm underneath her and rolled, bringing her on top of me. "Tell you what? That I think you're the cutest, sexiest thing I've ever imagined? That I love you until the sun is a dark spot in the sky? That you make me wish I could write symphonies to your beauty? What do you want me to. I stopped for a while relishing the moment and kissed her a last deep kiss involving our tongues and slipped off the gown over her breasts. There they were, quite like I had imagined them. Round, firm and beautiful.Her light nipples were all erect in the moonshine. I brought my lips over them and suckled on them like a baby, one after the other. I could have played with her boobs the entire night and I did so for quite a while, squeezing on them, exploring all of it with my tongue and lips and. It’s brisk.Myrtle: (Looking at Mortimer, smiling, nodding)Yes, I think so, too. Brisk. That’s it. Brisk.(Mortimer and Myrtle sit stiffly on the sofa sipping their tea. Both cross their legs at the same time as they lift their cups to their lips then both look at each other then around the room. Both continue sipping their tea, looking at each other and finish their tea. Pausing, she puts her cup on the tray)Myrtle: Let me take your cup.(Mortimer hands his cup to her)Mortimer: Thank you. That.