However, 10 minutes pass. Then 15. Then 20 minutes. He is 25 minutes late when I finally hear his footsteps on the front porch. However, the sound... of his footsteps is parroted after him as I soon hear the repeated sound of maybe two or three others following behind the man.The door opens and the man enters, staring at me with eager eyes, far more expressive than he usually is. He leaves the door open behind him as two large but strange men enter the living room, looking at me with similar. He worries that perhaps his age will show when they are together. She looks at him and she knows he worries about things. She knows he wonders about what she sees in him. She believes he doesn’t know how much she loves him, enjoys him. She is young and she knows that but mentally she is older and she is really quite over wasting her time with guys her age. Guys who are not nearly as smart as him, guys who worry about too many unimportant things. She likes his maturity and she likes that he. She shuddered, but did not move away. My fingertips gently cupped these full and still perky objects, occasionally trailing over her nipples. I bent to kiss her, my tongue entering immediately. She returned my kisses languidly, tongue playing against mine. Still kissing, noting that her substantial nipples had become rock hard, I lifted her top over her head, interrupting the kiss only to get the t-shirt by.I languidly reached for her bra fastener in front and liberated her beautiful breasts.. Paying more attention to her than the tipping candle allows a little hot wax to escape, dripping onto her stomach just above her belly button, and provoking an unexpected gasp of erotic pleasure. Encouraged now, her delicate hands continue their performance and she slowly licks her lips in anticipation. I have never been as completely absorbed in a moment as I am now. I am hyper aware of the sight of her fingers, glistening with the moisture of her own pleasure; the feminine perfume of her.