She was wearing a tie-dyed sarong, tied on the left at her waist, and a white, belly-baring halter top, tied behind her neck, covered her ample bosom.... She had long auburn hair done in a French braid, ringlets of hair having escaped about her face and the nape of her neck. Her feet were bare. She was gazing at the man's cock as if it were made of the finest china in the land as she caressed his ball sack with her left hand and stroked his outstretched left leg with her right hand. I was. I then proceeding to rub my crotch again.She looked horrified at first but her erect nipple told me she was intrigued. With my other hand I grabbed onto the edge of the table and leaned back. I was really getting into it. She watched as my chest moved up and down more rapidly. I peeked at her and saw that she was following my lead. She had started rubbing herself through her pants. But I could tell in her eyes that she wasn't getting there fast enough. With a quick move of a couple of my. I slowly started walking up to his front door, ‘Should I knock? No… no! What am I saying? I can’t face him right now.’ He must still hate me after all that happened. I finally reach the front door and it seemed like it took me forever to get there. I slowly put the gift on the ground, biting my bottom lip gently. I turn around and started walking to my car, then I heard it: what I wanted and didn’t want to hear. The sound of his front door opening. My heart skipped a beat. Should I stop or. Very horny. And the door was no sooner closed then she was working to get me naked and erect.Our lovemaking that first night was pretty energetic. More so then we had in years. When we exhausted our first round, and were sitting down, I asked her how she was.I remember exactly what she said. "I have been up higher and down lower in the last week then I have ever been in my life. And right now, I am actually on a high."She also kidded me about my shock at all the nudity. "See anything you like?.