She looked at her watch and it was quarter after nine. She leaped out of the bath, dried herself, and threw on some slacks and a blouse. No panties or... bra, as she ran to her purse and her keys, and went to her car. She drove to the park, it was nearly 10.There was John , standing outside the basketball court. She just sat there watching him, filled with desire, and too scared to move. She turned on the dome light and looked at her appearance in the mirror. At the sight of her interior light,. And Connie has just proposed a question to me:““I see that you’re enjoying this” Connie said proudly, as she lightly stoked my cock. “Now, do you want to see the next week’s activities or simply have me fast forward to last night?”“No, PLEASE” I excitedly announced, “I want to see every detail” “Well, “she continued, “there’s more to the this first week. Tell me what you remember about her coming home, after that first week.“I remember her kiss that night” I said as my mind recalled that first. I don't have to wait long for an answer. It is wordless. Wesley leans towards me and kisses me on my mouth. I open my lips and our tongues come together. Not many men can kiss well, but here is the exception that confirms the rule. He pulls my robe open. I tear off his bath towel. We kiss for a while, but I only have one thing in my head. I want to give him what he has asked women in vain.Slowly I release myself from our entanglement. I lick my way down. Wesley is completely clean-shaven. His. I had some baby-dolls that were pretty 'see-through.' He'd get the picture pretty fast. What guy wouldn't? Or is that too slutty? Too obvious?So, I pulled out the nighty and showed Amber. "Eww, yeah. That's sexy. Try it on." I changed into the nighty (We've seen each other naked for years and we've decided that we are both one hundred percent guy-oriented, if you know what I mean.) I stood in front of her and she said, "God, Mel, there isn't a guy on this earth that wouldn't cum in his pants to.