Almost walking my fingers up her thigh. I love the way her thighs feel during sex, but this is so delicious. It’s not sex, but it’s so sensual, an...d there’s the edge of trying to touch her without waking her. Slowly, gradually, up her leg, my palm on top and my fingers on the smooth inside of her thigh. Oh, I love touching her there. Alll... most at the juncture of her thighs. I can feel the soft wispiness of her pubic hair. Unlike most women I’ve been with, hers is finer than the hair on her. What the hell was that supposed to mean, so I read on. The next book was a bit more exciting. It had diagrams of female and male genitalia. This was my first glimpse that I was different from the boys. I read about the female stuff--more pertinent to me. It showed the labia, (I went and got the hand mirror from my dresser set, pulled down my shorts and panties and lay down on the bed with my knees drawn up. I spread my legs and positioned the hand mirror so I could see my pubic. I was familiar with the art of bonsai, but this was on a much grander scale. The bushes were carved into a****ls and people in various poses. After we had viewed most every shrub sculpture she asked with a smile “Would you like to see my trimmed bush now?” and she began to unbutton her dress revealing the reason for her novel tit shape. Her bra was the style of the ‘50s. I had jerked off to many models wearing that very style of bra, but I had never seen it in person. My cock grew. " He stood there for a moment, "ok let me see your pussy." Again Bonnie smiled, as she undid her jean shorts and lifted her ass off of the couch and slid her shorts down, and kicked them aside, showing she wasn't wearing any panties. She sat back on the couch and brought her legs up and spread them wide apart, so she was doing the splits in front of them, her feet on each arm of the couch. "Wow," Bob said in amazement at her flexibility.Bonnie smiled as she slowly ran her hand down her stomach.