|"Not yet.." in a whisper.Since I knew and she knew that we were going to get all our clothes off pretty soon, and be lovers, this didn't feel like a ...rejection to me.I just put a little more into my kisses.She liked to undress me, and tell me how pretty my body was.This was the sixties, I was s*******n, so, of course I thought my body was ugly. I didn't know yet that every woman did. Rosalie was onto that con. She kept telling me how beautiful I was, how sexy I was, how she loved to see my. "She can keep talking all she wants, long as she keeps her legs open like that.”And the only reason I agreed to your special ‘assignment’ was because I would have done just about anything to please you...that way...” she confessed, removing the thong and suggestively toying with it in her nimble fingers.Her motion had exposed even more of herself. If she doesn't stop soon, I can't take responsibility for what happens next.Sensing she had him at his weakest, she laid the discarded pink tuft next. As you see trees surrounding you now, you ask, "How long was I out?" 'bout three hours, one hour since we left the last town," she retorts."Aren't you tired?" you ask."Never say die," she replies with that cute smile again. You swear that she's got dimples on her pale skin, but you can't confirm anything. "Here we are," she says, as the trees that line you give way to a glorious panorama. It certainly is beautiful though, mountains all around, some with snow peaks even in the summer for some. She is in heaven as she inhales his scent and touches his hard body. She starts telling him all the things she plans to do to him this weekend. She places her hand inside his thigh and squeezes him tight. She places one foot on the hump in the floorboard and her skirt slides up her thigh just a little. His thoughts run wild. He places his hand inside her thigh and kisses her on the cheek. She notices a slight bulge in his pants and grins to herself. She runs her hand up his thigh and touches.