It's like being worshipped."I was starting to get a picture. I turned my lamp off so she would continue in perhaps a less harsh glare -- an atmosphere... more in symphony with her thoughts."But that's what he's done for me," she continued. "He's given me something, not just sexual, but emotional, that wouldn't be possible with you, or William, or anybody else. And it's because he's young and unbridled, and uncluttered, and believes the world is good, and that people are good, and that goodness can. Your favorite meal might be roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, but you wouldn't turn your nose up at a nice spicy curry, or fish and chips, or pizza, or a Thai meal.So it is with women; and anyway, one of the great secrets every man should ponder is that you don't choose them, they choose you. And at that point, your tastes either change to accommodate your good fortune or you miss out on an opportunity. Me, I never look a gift horse in the mouth.I knew this group of girls was staying in the. Then she said, “I was wondering if you would mind washing my back.”“Huh?” I said stupidly.“It’s okay if you have something else to do. You don’t have to,” she returned.“No!” I almost screamed. “I don’t have anything to do.” I watched as she turned and walked up the steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes. Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.“Oh, and you can take the little rubber piece off the door frame any time you want. You won’t need to peek. Although the sex was good, it wasn’t the same as before. He treated me as if I would break if he touched me, so tender and gentle that it hurt. He kissed and licked me as usual but not my bottom at all. Although it still hurt I longed for his tongue there to ease the soreness but he didn’t go there at all. He moved over my body with this tongue, from my boobs to my pussy, concentrating on my clit which, thankfully, had recovered from its previous battering. He was very gentle with my nipples,.