"You're serious, aren't you? But, uh, Jerry, what about...uh..." Look, Jerry knows," I said. "Well, he knows that I'm going to be showing my tits to a...other guy. It's part of a plan we have to, you know, improve things in the bedroom."And with that, Steve, although still looking a bit confused, started to rub his crouch a bit. I don't even think he knew he was doing it."So you're gonna show me your tits for my birthday?" said Steve."Yup. You ready? Sit down."Steve calmly sat down, the bulge in. Another kiss, and again his tongue invites shortness in her breath. "Yes." He takes his right hand free and gently traces the curves of her chest, down over her ribs and over her hips. He gently invites her to raise her leg, and she does so, bringing her knee up, exposing more of her to his mouth. Now his tongue enters her, not too fast, but easily and directly without teasing her. Lucy inhales, and her stomach tightens. He feels everything, every muscle. Slowly, his tongue rises up the. And for now, at least, I was thinking.As was so often the case, I was, to start, thinking about me. What did Ryan see from between my legs? My cunt, of course, which I thought looked pretty good being waxed and all, although it might taste funny? I never really knew, but I didn’t think it tasted as sweet as it did when I was sixteen. But I’ve got belly fat, not a ton, but more than I need, and my thighs are fatter than they used to be for sure, and my boobs are a little too small. On the other. ’ ‘Out of my area, I promise not to interfere with the appraisal of him.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘Well, I better push on,’ I said. ‘Dinner tonight?’ My heart flipped. Time to be truthful. ‘Look Nancy, I’m too old for you.’ She giggled. ‘I only said dinner. Anyway, I love my father and he’s much older that you – I can’t recall ever hearing you warning me off him.’ ‘It’s not the same thing.’ ‘I know, but you know I’ve got a brain. Tell me this, have you the faintest interest in marrying me within the next.