Would that help?' She wanted my hands no where near her zipper. She was adamant how she shook her head. 'So you see that's the problem a...nd it brings us to a bigger problem. A bugger of a bigger one, a biggie.' 'No there isn't. I don't have a problem, a bigger one. You do.' 'Sweets, you really gotta get it, I'm your problem now and whether or not I become your biggest nightmare is up to you. Totally and entirely.' 'No. No, it's you who has the problem. I don't. Barely an ounce of fat, muscular from shoulders to calves. Some but not a lot of hair; just the way she liked them. She walked over and stood in front of him, her fully dressed, him totally nude. She started with her fingertips, but was soon using her palms. She slowly, carefully, gently, touched and smoothed over his body; the nape of his neck, his clavicles, his shoulders, biceps. She took both hands and pressed over his pectorals; gently whisking her palms in slow circular motions over his. Last night was a dream come true for me."Cindy turned to face me. She gauged my sincerity by studying my expression. She locked her fingers with mine. I pulled her effortlessly from the edge of the bed. We met in the middle and hugged each other tightly. Cindy began to sniffle as she struggled to hold back her tears."Kevin, I don't want to be hurt. I know I've made mistakes and I'm trying not to make them again. Can you forgive me for being such a bad person?" I'm not going to hurt you Cindy. I. I moved my hand up toward her center but I detoured at the very last moment. I heard a “mmrph” sound when I did that and I watched her butt cheeks tense.She wanted my hand, she wanted something, between her legs. I’m not sure she cared that much what it was. This time, when I returned I didn’t turn away, and my fingers found her wet, her pubic fur matted when I went all the way between her legs and under her. She pressed herself down on my fingers, and I slipped my thumb into her. She shivered.