But again I chose my words badly because the do not invade – they are welcomed – your body has made the entrance not only easier with your wetness... but it almost beckons me on – to drive my fingers deeper. Your hand also comes up to the breast I am suckling on to massage it more – to caress it into my mouth to stimulate, I know that your breasts are becoming more full, more engorged with blood as the manipulations of my hand and mouth treat your body to this erotic awakening. My fingers come. Make his mark. He slipped his hand over his jeans and rubbed. He was already half hard. He smiled as he stroked his length through the fabric. Pausing to take something out of his pocket…. his wallet and , from that, a condom. At the sight of it, he felt his dick grow fully hard. Aching. Eager. And Ready. Something about condoms. The feel of the slimy latex on his dick. It made him so hot. Next he looked around for a window sill or a wall or something to brace himself with. This wasn’t going to. A part of her had screamed "NO!" but her ears had heard her voice say simply "Of course you may." Now she laid back and prepared to lose the hairs that had been with her all these many years.She remembered back to her childhood, when as a girl of twelve she would hold a mirror to herself and eagerly watch for the first hair's growth. It came first as a smooth down; velvety and nearly transparent. So smooth and sparse that it was hard to tell if it really existed, but it did and that soft fur. Her nipples tingled at the thought of him filling her with pleasure and wrapping his wonderful hands around her welcoming neck.She reached beneath the suds and rubbed her tingling little button as she imagined the joyful reunion. Soon her body shuddered with an orgasm, the intensity of which caught her by surprise.Her bath water was cooling, but the bathroom was still filled with steam as Kathy climbed out of the tub and toweled herself dry. She took a corner of the towel and absently began to.