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Physically, Darlene was taller than average, extremely attractive, and exceptionally well-developed, with raven hair and smooth, clear skin. Her legs were long and muscular. Darlene's facial features were similar to those striking brunettes you often see in the movies.

Especially interesting are her breasts, having an almost perfect size and shape, being both round and full. Darlene's brown nipples were long and their creamy areolas had a radius as big as silver dollars.

I am blond, tall, and still fairly lean, although I was leaner back when Darlene and I first got to know each other.

Darlene saw me looking at her.

"Hello," I said. "You're just as gorgeous as ever."

She grinned and answered, in her husky voice, "I always hoped I'd find you again."

This time I wasn't with anybody else. And neither was she. She'd parted company with the urologist several years before.

Darlene and I met for dinner that night, picking up right where we left off. There was even more excitement between us now than before. Two weeks later, we knew we were in love, and so decided to marry. Darlene set the date for the middle of September, a beautiful month in this part of the country.

Besides designing her own clothes, Darlene was old-fashioned in other ways. She made it clear during our engagement that she didn't believe in intercourse before marriage.

"You don't have to convince me," I said. "With all the diseases around, it only makes sense."

"I'm happy that you agree," Darlene said. "Above all else, I desire a sensitive and compliant husband."

Soon after our engagement, Darlene told me she wanted to examine the manly equipment I was bringing to our union. We were in the kitchen of her condominium apartment.

"I want to take a good look at you," she said, pulling out a magnifying glass. "Let me see your penis and testicles."

put my hand on my belt buckle. We had just finished watching MOONLIGHTING WIVES, an old soft-core movie about a suburban call-girl ring. It was hokey but showed a lot of great l960s lingerie. Throughout the film, we'd been necking and petting.

"Here? Right now?" I said.

"Yes, darling. Take off your pants, please."

Darlene was a such formidable woman. There was no question but that she knew what she was doing. She led me over to the sofa in the living room, where I removed my shirt, trousers, and boxer shorts.

All I had on was my undershirt and socks. She had me stand in front of her while she sat on the sofa. There was plenty of bright light from the nearby lamp, and the touch of her long fingernails aroused me immediately.

"It's all right if you get an erection," she said.

Her slender hands massaged my penis and cupped my testicles, squeezing them gently. Reaching between my legs, she tickled the thin ridge of flesh separating my anus and scrotum. I sighed.

Then she fondled and held my genitals, murmuring her approval of their weight, shape, and size. It wasn't long before my penis swelled to its fullest dimensions. Darlene noted this development coolly, all the while gazing at the head with a magnifying glass.

"Um hum. Exceptional expansion when erect," she said. "Excellent."

She was equally taken with the girth of my organ.

"You're quite big around," she said. "I like that. Often unusual length is accompanied by small circumference. That is not the case with you."

Darlene put the magnifying glass down.

"I'm happy you like it," I said. "It's all yours."

Darlene toyed with the head, bringing a clear drop from the tip. Then another. She grinned and licked her full lips.

"Once we are married, the focus of your life will be to give me pleasure," she said. "But you must have pleasure doing it. If it's no fun for you, it's no fun for me."

"I feel the same way."

The preliminaries dispensed with, Darlene initiated a discussion of male sexual response.

"Were you aware men can have more than one orgasm, just like women?" Darlene asked. "Without ejaculating?"

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