'I'll be there in a minute.' She leaned into him and kissed him, melting in his arms as the feeling of his lips on hers took over her senses. He broke... the kiss and she stood and moved towards the tent.As she bent down to undo the zip she heard him behind her and suddenly his hands were gripping her hips and pulling her back against him. As she straightened, his hand came up to her face and clamped over her mouth. She let out a whimper as his other arm tightened around her chest.He didn't say a. My question is about how far you’ve gone, and you obviously don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”“I’d call it light petting,” she replied.“Over the clothes only, right?”“Yes.”A stray thought crossed my mind and I decided to voice it.“Jos, are you concerned about your scars?” I asked gently.“A little, but I don’t think that’s the reason.”“You do realize you’re beautiful and have a VERY sexy body, right?”“You’re biased!”“My bias is based on repeated, thorough, and detailed investigation. I noticed that Mary had shed her jeans and was wearing a pair of snug fitting shorts now. It was hard not to look down at her legs as I handed her a beer. She confessed that she’d never drank beer before, but had mixed drinks once at a wedding. I asked if she wanted a soda, but she was already sipping the beer. The roads here twist and wind through the hills and valleys and staying in your lane is a chore, especially when you’re looking elsewhere. I tried not to look her way but I could see her. The increase in my pulse, dilation of my pupils, the increase heart rate, hyperventilation... No amount of research could prepare me, my mind was racing but now I feel, it’s like my brains stopped. It never felt like that when I would stroke myself.” I put my finger to his lips, “Hush Don. Don't over think this. It's just an orgasm. This is normal. Don't over think it. Just enjoy it, your next one will feel ever better.” “Next one?” he asks. “Uh, I don’t know if I can but I have been.