We talked of our hopes and fears, our children -- anything under the sun. We were relaxed in each other's company. One day I told her that her husband... must be the luckiest man in the country. He must keep her very busy; I certainly would, giving him a massage every night.Pat became a little quieter at that. "Sven..." she said, "He can't bear me touching him like that; in fact, we sleep in separate beds now." And then, in a rare moment of complete candour, she added, "That side of our marriage. “Now, hop into the shower, and I’ll spend the next five minutes waking up my Mom; she sleeps like the dead!”“Okay, Hunny-Bunny! Gimme a kiss first, though,” she purred as she rolled closer to me while tilting her head up with puckered lips. “I love you, Babe!” she stated warmly as she scampered off the bed.“Ditto, Kiddo!”Now with my left side free, I was able to sit up and start vigorously shaking my mother.“Mom! Wakey, wakey, corn-flakey! Maria! Up and at ‘em, my hot little Tamale!” I shouted. ‘I promise, I’m nervous too!’ Feeling a little better, he unbuttoned his jeans and I watched as I saw his hard length strain against the cloth of his dark boxers, begging for release. My mouth dropped. ‘Thomas! It’s so…It’s so…’ He looked away, almost ashamed to continue. ‘Is it too big?’ I reached out and gently touched it, amazed. Encouraged, I reached inside of his boxers and pulled out his throbbing cock, beginning to stroke it a little. He moaned at my attention. ‘It’s not too big,’ I said. Our kiss must have lasted at least five minutes, my arms around his neck and his around my waist.He asked me if I would like to go parking instead of to the restaurant. Of course I said yes. We got into the car and he drove us to a street with just a few houses. He scooted over to my side (his car was an older one and had bench seats instead of bucket seats – those are so much better for a date. I wish we still had them.), put his arms around me and we kissed again and again and again.His.