Knowing she’d get to spend time talking with Dorrie gave Melissa something to look forward to. At one, Melissa pulled her station wagon into the par...king lot in front of Dorrie’s salon. She was surprised no other cars were there. ‘You weren’t planning to take the afternoon off, were you, Dorrie?’ Melissa asked when she got inside. Dorrie grabbed her arm. ‘No, I wasn’t,’ she said. ‘Take off your coat and get over in the chair. Let’s get started.’ She led Melissa to the special sink used for. Although she was certainly trying not to, her hips were rotating ever so slightly, and I could feel her heart pounding through her breasts.I bent down and whispered in her ear, "You want in Ann, don't you? You want my cock... " No... no... " her voice weak and uncertain."Yes you do, I can feel your nipples, your heartbeat. I'll bet your pussy is getting wet." I reached down with my right hand, and she tried to fend me off, but it was obviously a half-hearted attempt. My hand stole between her. Could you add it?" I told it it would be noo problem, and she produced a painting of a buxom nude woman which looked like it should have hung in an art gallery in Rome. The woman was reclining on a couch, with her legs together, and her arm covering the front of her breasts, but her ample belly, thighs, and legs were plainly visible. "I refer to this one as "The Tramp", she laughed. I asked why that was, and she said, "A woman who is so blatant about displaying herself like that must be a. It was a hurdle I wanted behind me. I did and I enjoyed every minute of it. I am focused on my future and well satisfied to leave looking for a mate until later in my life. I want to get established first."I paused and looked across the bed at Roma. "That may be what you are experiencing. We both are only eighteen and our focus is elsewhere. You are a very beautiful woman and I should have a bone-hard erection being close to you. I do not. That is unless I think about it and you. What I am.