I am 5 foot 3 inches tall, he towered over me, he must have been over six foot, so when he kissed me in his arms, I had to bend my neck right back, so... even when I kissed him it was if I was surrendering to him. I felt his hands under my t-shirt and felt my bra being unhooked, all the time I was thinking that it was going to happen, he’s going to take me. When he let go of me I grabbed his hand and more or less dragged him into the front room, where he pulled off my t-shirt and bent me over. "It's like dancing with you. I feel secure now." Sleep well, dearest Becca." He kissed the top of her head and left his lips there. They fell asleep.When he woke the next morning they had changed position. She had rolled over and her back was pressed against him. She was holding his right hand firmly against her right breast, the unwounded one, and her bottom was pressing back through the sheet against the painfully restricted morning erection in his Y-fronts."I've got to get out of here. I put my hand down her jeans and felt a hairy pussy, my heart skipped a beat. I love hairy pussys. I sometimes wonder if the fashion of shaving or waxing was championed by some peedo fashionista, so that they could pretend that they were fucking a 9 year old.I lay Ginny down on the bed, and took off her jeans and panties."Don't put your fingers inside me fatty" she said I didn't take offence although not fat, next to her maybe I was. I kissed her mouth, chin and then moved to her tits, her. Usually Masseuse’s don’t kiss mouth to mouth, and I felt uncomfortable about the whole thing since I was basically kissing a guy, whose dick I could feel poking against my upper thigh dress. She guided my hands towards her hard tits, which were glorious. Then took my sweaty left paw further down, down to her erect penis, which was big, larger than mine. My reluctance to touch a penis that wasn’t my own made me push my hand back as soon as I felt it, almost like I’d touched a hot stove. At this.