I admired her slim shape, the curve of her hips and the roundness of her breast. The sat slightly askew as gravity pulled them slightly away from the ...middle, though she was still young and that held them firm. I licked my lips. She stared at me, the shadow of the night washing over her face as it did mine. The coconut tree under which we lay swayed and serenaded us. I crawled towards her and she rolled over, glancing back at me as she pushed her ample rump up. I could feel my mouth watering. It was really almost a foregone conclusion from the beginning, and the talk was more a formality. I just wanted him to convince me, I guess. I loved him and I'd have done anything for him. And since I had asked six months before his birthday, he'd had plenty of time to sweet-talk me. So, beginning with his fortieth birthday, we had begun the fulfillment of his long held sexual fantasies, starting with my first facial. But what a year it had been! We had explored a LOT of new territory. .." Well, I never had, but some others have -- and, like I said, you'd have never gotten out. We didn't want you to."I nodded. "You didn't do it the second time." No." Trina did," I presented the results of my other prime computation.Annette eyed me for a moment. "Obviously, we're wasting our time trying to fool you."I shrugged. "If somebody thinks it will accomplish something, I'll pretend I don't know..." Hold it!" Kate broke in, "What are we talking about?" I was trapped on the couch early. ”“You keep telling that lie long enough, I’ll believe it,” I said, stepping up for a kiss.“You are. It’s a different version of my Gee, tousled hair and all. You sleep okay?”“After you held me. I need to do that, you know ... When I’m bothered, get you to hold me.” Holding him, I slide my hands up under the T-shirt –we both sleep in them – and fasten them on his waist above his hips, pulling him against me to illustrate ‘holding me’.“So damned beautiful, Gee,” he says, almost reverently. His.