“Maybe, but I figured I could at least get you drunk and maybe have a little fun,” she laughed.When we walked into the kitchen there were two othe...r women standing around the counter island. They were both around Chelsea’s age with brown hair and reminded me of regular soccer moms.“So fancy!” one of the women exclaimed as she saw my dress.“Yeah, I uh thought it was a dinner party,” I stumbled to explain myself.“Ha-ha, it’s okay, honey, we’ve all been there before,” she laughed taking a bite out. "You know those times you tried to make me cum by feeling me up?" Yeah," I said."Well I intentionally staved off those orgasms so when we first made love, my orgasm would be that much more intense." Well, it sure worked out well. You were out for about 5 minutes." Really?" she said. I nodded my head and she giggled, "You know what else? I like sleeping in your shirt because it smells like you. You made me feel so secure here and that shirt is so soft. I also saw you look at my legs a few times. She pointed to her crotch where her pants were now dark gray soaked in her cum and playfully smacked me. She wrapped a towel around my waist and led me out the door to the table shower room. I stood in front of the table and she wrapped one arm around me from behind while spraying the foam lining and a fresh towel with warm water. She unwrapped the towel from around my waist and motioned for me to get on the table. I started face down while she scrubbed the oil off my back, butt, and legs. As. Our bodies knew before our hearts did that we were meant for each other! But we were thirty years old then… you’re not quite eighteen yet, and you just didn’t know how to handle your body’s reaction to Jonnie’s nearness. ‘Brad made you feel safe, and because your heart told you you could trust him, it allowed your body to relax and be open to how good he made you feel. But sweetie, I’m now going to ask you a similar question to what I asked Brad before… Would it make you uncomfortable to know.