“I want to make love with you, Mike!”“I know. And I want that, too. But not now. Not like this. You’re too important to me to make a mess of t...ings this way.”“Make a mess?” she asked, sounding upset.“Let’s say we make love. Then what? Sneak around and hide it from your parents and mine? Fail to confess our weakness? Betray everything about the promise you insisted I make? And what if we were to get caught? Or you were to get pregnant? Birth control, of any kind, isn’t 100% effective. Even with. Her voice of a sirens drawing him in. Her looks peer into him and draw him near. He wraps his arms around her body, undoing her pants and sending his sweater off her. She stands there in a bra and her undone pants. She leaves not much to imagine with her lingerie bra and her thong is still not visible. He slides his hand down there to feel a silky underwear. With soft skin to match the underwear. Her lips red and soft and light to the touch. She kisses his neck as he pulls her close, she moans. At home, I went first into Mom's office, finding her in the middle of several piles of neatly stacked papers, with her hands flying on the computer. I kissed her cheek in greeting. She saved her work and turned around to talk. The first thing she said caused me pause. "Destiny, you look very professional in that outfit. No one would ever guess your age." Thank you, Mom. I'm taking your advice, though, and getting out of the daily sales calls.'"I'm so glad to hear that. When?" In another life, I. It was a slow waltz and as we introduced ourselves, during the first few steps, she made a strange remark on hearing my name; she said"Not THE Bill Thomas?"Laughing I enquired as to what she meant by, "THE Bill Thomas? " I was astonished when she informed me that her friend Sue had told her all about our session and even more flabbergasted when she offered the opportunity to show her if I was as good as Sue had said. Needless to say a date was made and she had the opportunity to make her own.