His fingers ran through my hair, felt my face. He softly kissed me and my tongue came out to meet his. Oh how I had wanted this and now I was indulgi...ng in the pure pleasure of having him on me, with his big erection pressing between my legs. I ran my hands under the back of his shirt and felt his warm skin. Then down his shorts and felt his cute ass. He started sliding down kissing my cleavage. I unbuttoned my blouse for him. No bra to restrict his own indulgence. He was so gentle as he. Nicole never did get to take her shower. A little while later, she was lying in her bed next to Stacey. Her arms were around him and her body was pressed tightly against his. Stacey softly, tentatively, touched one of her breasts. It was so warm, so silky, so neat to touch! He slid his fingers over the velvety surface and heard Nicole moan softly. ‘Oh, Stacey, yessssss!!!’ she murmured. ‘Touch my breasts, Stacey! Play with them! Kiss them!’ Exultation broke over her like a tidal wave. She. "I'm serious, Bobby. What ever you write in that book will come true." Oh ... kay," he said, his tone dismissive and doubtful. "Done."She stared at him for a moment, searching his face for signs that he understood and believed her. She wasn't sure; these days, with all that had happened to her -- happened around her -- she wasn't sure of much. She stood tall, smiled to him, turned to leave, then stopped suddenly and turned back. "Oh ... and by the way. You need to be very ... and I mean VERY. I even enjoyed the double entendre, though everyone knew better than to express it in other than a particular kind of way.------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------Her name was Silvia, and she was a beautiful and fulsome woman in her mid thirties. Intelligent and proud, but with severe and invisible fractures in her deepest genitive psyche. Her dark, short cut hair was flawless, as was her carriage and dress. She would be perfect.