In a few more minutes he asked me if I was still okay with this and my answer was putting one of his hands on my breast then reaching down between us ...and feeling his cock and balls through his pants while starting a very deep kiss which I remember ended with him taking my hand and leading me into the closest bedroom, a guest bedroom, where he pulled the hem of my skirt up with his hands and rubbed my butt while I touched the skin of his back after pulling his shirt out of his pants. . And I love that he has some chest hair but almost no belly hair. Have you ever been with anyone this big before, Cindy? I mean his body all over, not the size of his thing." Yes, I love his muscles, and no, I've never even hugged anyone as big as him before." Cindy giggled. "It does give you quite a feeling, doesn't it? His sheer size, I mean. His shoulders are so wide and muscular. He's so handsome and... big."She and Amanda leaned down and shared another long, glorious three-way kiss with. “Uh… Sure,” he replied. “Thanks, baby.”“No problem,” she smiled and went upstairs. She came down with a tall glass of lemonade and his beer in a slightly shorter glass with a paper thin layer of foam on the top. She set her drink down on the coffee table and leaned over him to put his on the end table beside the couch. As she did, the towel miraculously unwrapped and fell gracefully to the floor. ___________________________________________________“Oohh,” she gasped in mock surprise,. A lady might say simply, ‘Thank you for the invitation. Perhaps another time.’ A courteous fellow will accept that and probably come back and ask you another time later. ‘Of course, his invitation may be exciting and fun, and you decide to accept.’ All well and good, but I felt like I was describing a formal courtship on a 19th Century plantation in the southern states. Hardly very useful or applicable as a norm for the rough-and-tumble, catch-as-catch-can social scene in today’s American.