I told her I really take care of my body and mind, keeping the years at bay. Our lunch was as delicious as I ever remembered, along with a very nice... conversation, with somebody interesting, as she was beautiful. Rethinking the term beautiful, I changed it to very cute. A fresh virgin look, that was just as appealing without much. Several times during lunch, to make a point, I would place my hand on hers, feeling no adverse reaction. Her skin was so soft I couldn't believe it. I would have. Her eyes locked onto the front of my jeans, which was already showing the effects of the conversation I'd just had with the barman.When I got back to the table with the drinks, she'd opened her coat and I could see she was wearing a white blouse under it and I could see the outline of her bra through it. Of course by now my cock was fully erect under my jeans and the bulge was obvious, but I didn't, as normally would have done, try to hide it. As I put the drinks down on the table, I stood. You might think about having it removed permanently ... there are laser treatments.”“What if I don’t want it to go?” I was distracted by the sights - it was my first ever - and it was a natural question for the spoiled teenage girl I had been this morning.He got very serious in an instant. “Are you asking as a muslim wife? Or as a godless teenager? I had some reasonable expectations...” Well, that pulled me up short. Shaving below was a tradition in our Faith and I was the willful one who was. "Just don't go telling everyone," he said sarcastically.Later on that night as we sat to eat dinner, Julie came to join them. She had slipped out of her cheerleading uniform and into a comfortable pair of dark blue sweat pants with a white t-shirt. Her long brown hair was pinned up and she sat her little body down fast ready to eat. Her green eyes searched the table to see what was for dinner. Both Ben and Julie had the same light brown hair and the emerald green eyes. Ben was a lot taller.