Wow, man... hey, bed's over here. Yuh, fix y'self a sandwich. Wheeeeee! on the bed. Get these goddamn pants off! Huuuhhhhmmmm, yeah, man. This is good...stuff, uh? Hey, now that's not fair. I've got my pants off, wassamatter with you... with yours, huh!!?Later Maryon was to remember sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing her unbuttoned shirt only, drawing huge drags on the joint, watching Carver, naked, unconcerned, also cross-legged, facing her. Somewhere along about then was the time he began. I listen to his heavy breathing for a moment, but I don’t speak. I’ve placed this night in his hands, and I don’t want to lead any of it. I wait for him. I feel him move away, then I hear the water in the bathroom and assume he’s cleaning up. After a moment, I feel a warm, wet cloth cleaning my face, running over my cleavage. I smile…that’s sweet…he’s cleaning me up too. “What do you want?” he asks from behind me. He’s kneeling too, I can tell, and he leans forward to kiss my neck. “No…this is. I felt my cock come to life as he handled her naked body. “We've talked about this before, you know you shouldn't do this! How old is this guy” “He's 47, and he's very nice. He thinks I'm hot and he's respectful.” She pulled his head down toward hers, and I could see that she was whispering in his ear. Probably some sweet nothings to calm him down. “Well, I still don't like it. You told me you'd save your body just for me. I know this is virtual, but it makes me jealous anyway.” “I know, and I. I mean, I can keep writing sexy repeatedly. But trust me, standing there are looking at her navel was heavenly.I can’t explain it in words. Somethings you have to experience because women like her are not just meant to be described on paper. They are meant to be seen for real, for starters, and much more if you get a chance. My eyes moved up from her navel, going up towards those heavenly boobs.I realized that from the moment her jeans ended on her waist, the distance to reach the bottom end of.