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phrase picked glibly from the air in response to my suggestion?

"Let's pack," she said, sensing my unease.

We drove along the coastal road almost in silence. Me, slightly apprehensive of the sheer drop beside us into the clear, crystal sea of the Mediterranean, and her, just enjoying the breathtaking views. Her hand rested on my bare thigh as I drove, occasionally running from my knee to the seam of my shorts; a casual action, so simple yet so indicative of the ease we felt in each others company.

As we turned off the tarmac road and onto a dirt track leading down, I hoped, to the beach, I kept glancing at her. After the trauma I had suffered at the hands, and tongue, of my ex-wife I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have met her.

"Do you know where you're going?" she asked.

"No, not really," I replied. "Does it matter?"

"I don't think it does," she replied, resting her head on my shoulder as I drove.

A few minutes driving took us to a small, deserted cove, and after unpacking, we lay naked on our beach towels and basked in the warm sunshine.

She turned onto her side, facing me.

"Do you want me to move in?" she asked, "For the rest of the holiday, I mean."

I couldn't think of anything I wanted more, so plans were made to move her belongings into my room on our return. We didn't make love that afternoon, just lay alongside each other, kissing occasionally, and enjoying the peacefulness of the deserted stretch of beach.

Late afternoon we drove to the small room she had rented and packed her cases. When we arrived at my 'pension' I sought out the owner and, with as little details as possible, increased my payment to account for the extra occupancy.

"Is this for the rest of the holiday?" he inquired, smiling knowingly at me.

"I hope so," I replied, as I handed him his euros.

Back in the room, after unpacking her things, we decided to have an early dinner, but events dictated that it was almost eleven when we left.

With both of us naked, the soft bed beckoned. I lay on my back as she gently sucked on my nipple, her hand caressing my cock and balls. Erections that had become difficult to coax from my emotionally ravaged body sprung quickly and easily under her touch. I watched with lustful anticipation as her head moved, once more, down towards my groin.

"I love sucking cocks," she said, as she neared my erection.

"Only mine now," I replied.

"Of course," she laughed, then began to lick the end, her tongue squirming over the slit, before sliding the head into her mouth. I couldn't help but wonder how much practice she'd had at this, she was so good, but I tried to dismiss it from my mind. She was bound to have sucked a few cocks in her time, as I had often been sucked. That was the thing, meeting at our ages, both must have a past. Jealousy has no place for the forty pluses, meeting for the first time. As her mouth moved up and down my shaft, I wondered, how did I compare to her previous lovers? Stop it, I thought, only 'now' matters, not the past, the thoughts persisted.

Thoughts spilled over into words and before my brain could process the almost inevitable ramifications of my question, I spoke.

"Was your husband bigger than me?" I asked, instantly regretting the words as soon as they passed my lips. She stopped sucking me and walked towards the bathroom.

The insecurities I had nurtured over the years had surfaced once more. Perhaps because my ex-wife had turned those feelings of inadequacy against me like a weapon, I felt the need for reassurance. I realised immediately, this was neither the place nor the time for such a question.

"I'm sorry," I said, walking after her. "I shouldn't have said that, forgive me." My cock was now swaying, the erection gone. I knew I must have looked as pathetic as I felt.

"That makes me feel like a prostitute, you know, asking me to compare one cock against another, as if it mattered."

She paused for a moment. "Do you want me to leave?" she added, tears filling her eyes as she turned to me.

"No, no," I replied quickly. "I was so stupid."

"Why now, Rober

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