Instead of taking her hand away, she carried on massaging my mound, squeezing the flesh between her fingers and thumb.I tried to think of something to... say, to break the silence.All I could think of was “I like your bush.” In fact, I couldn’t stop looking at it, thinking of what lay hidden beneath the nest of hairs. Was she as turned on as I was?“Thank you.” She reached out, took my hand, squeezed it, then placed it in the dark nest of her pubic hairs. I ran my fingers through them, looping a. None of them were open. Knowing my brother didn’t have a girlfriend convinced me I knew what they were for.Mom and Dad came home from work at noon on Friday. They packed their car and told Kyle and me goodbye. After reminding us not to trash the house and to behave, they left.Kyle and I waved to my parents and went inside. I tried to remain calm, but I couldn’t. Finally, I confronted Kyle.“Just what do you have planned for tonight?” I said as I stood with my hand on my hips.“Not much, I’m. Also Scott was very polite and considerate. One evening, I'd mentioned Scott and my husband, Evan, said, "You know, he's often checking you out. You know that don't you?" "Now come on, he's what, about fifty? I never see him with any women. He probably can't even get it up without that stuff on television." "Oh, hon, just because he's fifty or so, well, trust me, he likes you. Oh, and more than just for your casseroles, babe." I brushed it off and went on but, actually, in the back of my mind,. However, her thighs were smooth as silk.I was now putting my hand inside her panties and feeling her butt. This time, I somehow suddenly removed her panty in one go. This all happened while I was trying to bring her to the other side of the bed.She was not onto me. She wasn’t removing my clothes at all. So after I had removed the panty, I undid my belt and removed my jeans I had been wearing. I was now in my boxers.I could see that she was lying there in my bed feeling a bit shy. I could also.