Being just an inch or so shorter than me made kissing her fine featured face while doing the vertical bed-dance almost too easy. And she wasn't one of... those Barbie girls either, with their ten inch waists and overproportioned tits and hips. No, Sharon was a good sized woman, and I don't mean fat or overweight, either. Muscular, without being bulky, was more likeit. Like I said, my perfect sex partner and a hell of a conversationalist to boot. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the bed,. Her heart sped up without proper warning and took her off guard. Yes, being in this special situation made her stomach turn and crave the contact they had deserted long ago. And, truth be told, she wanted to feel the soft touch of his tee shirt against her fingertips as he caressed her with enough restraint to drive them both crazy. The fact that he was dressed as he was made her stomach trill with anticipation. She hesitated against her better judgment. Her heart ached as she remembered what. “DON’T try to deny the pleasure you are feeling… enjoy it!” She could hear the lust in his voice as he continued to play with her cunt. Rosaline moaned for him, having the sudden desire to please this man. She figured that her sweet, melodic moans would please him. “Mmmm, yes that’s it… good girl,” he growled. He quickly removed his hand from between her legs and pushed her on to the bed. He straddled her, holding her in place. Rosaline only looked up at him, studying him, wondering what he was. ..a little unnerved but not uncomfortable. And, according to our rules, I will tell all and leave nothing out. I'll be as specific as I can and I will be blunt about it because that's my way. I will be as honest as you were to me. I have the need...I want to tell you about myself."So she began. At first, she was halting and finding the right words to piece together her sexual biography but as she spoke, she loosened up and the words started to fall into place. Her shoulders fell back into the.