Entering my home at 8:50 I was overwhelmed. It was New Years Eve and I was alone for New Years Eve for the first time in my life. I hated the feeling.... As I consumed a bottle of Chardonnay and cheese I took stock of my life. I need a man to love and who would love me tenderly. I needed a man who was not like Wyatt and his friends. My scientific nature told me to be methodical, not rush it and to lay out in my mind what characteristics I sought in a man. Two nagging thoughts haunted me as the. We got out of bed and moved for a bath and our idea was clear to have sex while bath….straight we walked in and switching on the cool water from the shower she just held me tight and the water between her boobs and my chest was max stalled due to no space to move out…moving her back to the wall I went down to her navel and started kissing ….my hands were firm holding her ass pushing her towards me.My tongue made no delay in in exploring her deep pussy while the water was dripping from the top. . coarse? It was an odd feeling, and for a moment the hunter couldn't remember what had been happening prior to the head pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a full minute passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his mind now cleared to the point of remembering the details leading up to his current situation. He remembered the forest, the walking, the bear, and then. Maybe you've guessed by now. I never was a macho kid, even before they started to grow. Other kids played ball, I was over at Amy's house making cupcakes. Other kids had sword fights. We played with dolls. I guess you could me a sissy; the other boys didn't even bother to beat me up. Amy lived four houses down from me, and from the first, there had been kind of a chemistry between us. We spent every day together. It was because of Amy I kept my hair long. It was because of her I took ballet..