Her scent, her feel, and her sound, her voice whispering across to him as they bantered back and forth. Of course Mel wanted to focus on the sex, but ...indirectly, asking a simple, “You OK?” “You should know,” she responded. “You’re the one with all the action, and I think you did just fine.”Mel smiled. She knew exactly what he was angling for, so he went in a little deeper, saying “I don’t know. You seemed to scream a little louder last night. What else can I do for you?” Mel slapped himself as. I dated a bit. But none of those women was worth a second look. Cosmetics and dress can make a girl beautiful. But they can’t make her any smarter.Sasha is a whirlwind of intellect, sarcasm, nuanced humor and fabulous insight. I had known that about her from the first minute that we had met. There would be long periods when we were the only people interacting. We would banter– throw out concepts and bat them around. We exchanged jokes and innuendo – and had some downright knock-down-drag-out. He must have been about 18 as well and looked like he was up for a laugh. The best thing? He was wearing a kilt. I don't know why but that turns me on big time. I had to find out if he was sticking with tradition and going commando under his tartan. After a couple of drinks I plucked up the courage to go over and ask him. 'Why don't you find out for yourself?' he asked in his gentle brogue. His accent got me horny and that was all the invitation I needed. I reached down and let my hand snake up. At 17 she had started to blossom into a beautiful young woman. She was around 5’3” and she died her brown hair to a dark red with streaks of blonde. She weighed no more than 110 pounds and had budding breasts that were probably a B cup. The part of her I noticed most though, was her legs. She had gorgeous long legs that led up to some thick, muscular thighs and a nice round ass. Needless to say she had my 19 year old, 7” cock at full attention when I got out of the car. Grateful I was wearing.