She was barefoot. Which seemed only natural. She was very vain about her feet, but in his opinion she had every right to be… they were inordinately ...ute. ‘Just seeing why you were drawing the beach house instead of the scenery. It doesn’t even seem like it would be the best viewpoint from here. But I trust your artistic intuition. Can I see?’ ‘Sure. But I wasn’t drawing the beach house, exactly. It was more like something inside.’ Gin looked at the sketch, only to see herself, standing in the. She answered the door and it was obvious she was pleased to see me; she gave a big hug and said … ‘come in Bill, it’s lovely to see you’. On entering the lounge, sitting on an armchair was an elderly lady who looked to be in her late sixties. She was quite a plain lady but not unattractive in her own way. ‘Bill this is my friend Rose … Rose this is Bill who used to live next door’. We acknowledged each other and I parked myself on the sofa. Aunt Jean offered me coffee but I’d only recently had. " I like hearing you say, that. I'm just not sure I'm ready for more than a friendship. I think I want more, but I'm just not ready." That's OK, James. I can wait."I put my arm around her, and she laid her head on my shoulder. Feeling Holly against my side had my mind working very hard. I knew I liked this girl. I knew I wanted her. But I didn't know what to do about it.There was a church next to the park. The bell in its tower struck 9 o'clock."Holly, I have an 8am class tomorrow. I guess I. A very aggressive sexual feeling had taken over me by now. I took my hand of her tit, and keeping my other hand on her neck, shoved it down the back of her pants. "Are you?" I asked as I started feeling and squeezing her tight ass. She had panties on, but I pulled them up into her asscrack and kept feeling her ass. With my other hand still on her neck, I pushed her face down on the counter. " Oh yeah I like it rough!" she said as I started smacking her ass. After I stopped smacking her ass, she.