Is that the television? He was still a little fuzzy. Connie could still be up, that wouldn’t be like her, even on a Friday. She didn’t generally f...all asleep in front of the TV, nor did she forget to turn it off. Curious, he walked into the living room. Connie was on the couch, in her pajamas, and staring rather vacantly at the screen. Even at times like this, he noticed, with no one around, she wore pajama pants that covered her legs. ‘Hey.’ He kept his voice quiet, not wanting to startle her.. . (ting tong) and there she was… she looked prettier than her WhatsApp dp.. She was wearing a light pink robe and smiled and we greeted and a warm hug as I entered her house.Me: in a flirty tone said that was a deep hug, thanks…A: was it so??Me: gifted her the bottle of wine and said ye it was indeed.. ;)We spoke for some time about each other.. Then I took out my aromatic candles and set up all around the room. My burner was lit and the oil was poured on the borosil tub to warm it for maximum. I don't know what it is grandpa, honest!" Is that what really happened" Yes grandpa, believe me! What is it? Do I have an infection or something? Is that why it felt so itchy down there?" Well, I think I know what happened to you but I better check to see if you are OK. Come lay down over here on the bed."Kristy lay down on the bed. I said, "I need to examine you down there to see if I you are all right. This never happened to you before did it? You never had that kind of 'itch' before?" No. As he traced its outline, he found that it seemed smaller than his own – maybe four, but surely no more than five inches. He felt it pulse. His eyes met Rebecca’s as his fingers snaked under the waistband of her panties, ready to pull them down. Suddenly, Rebecca took both his hands in hers, holding them fast with a strength that belied her diminutive stature. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. “I know,” he replied. “I want to. I want to... please you.” Her eyes began to mist over as she.