He was everything he said and more. Although not really attracted to guys, this guy was an Adonis. He was wearing sleek track pants and a t shirt, whi...h fitted tight. He was jacked with a huge, muscular, ripped bodybuilder body and chiseled good looks.I was beyond nervous but he calmed me with his friendly, welcoming demeanor and soon was flirting with me. I was relieved that this specimen of a man was into me. He gently touched my knee as we talked and I explained more about what I hoped would. I knew when I first met her that she was for me. She was 5′ 7′ to my 5′ 10′, slim, with a nice figure (34′, 28′, 33′) with lovely, long legs and a fabulous ass that made me drool when I looked at her. With her shoulder length, auburn hair and her vivacious, friendly personality she was my dream girl. She wasn’t the prettiest girl but she was the type of girl that you looked at and knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Her name was Anne and we’d met in college at a dance. My name. My breasts aren't all that big, but they seem to be hot-wired directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. Each time Ben would tug on one of my nipples, it would cause the muscles in my twat to contract and twitch. That, in turn seemed to be quickly driving Ben towards the brink of another orgasm. Since I was on top, I thought I could control the pace, but even though I stopped stroking up and down completely, I couldn't stop my hips from squirming and grinding. I sure couldn't stop the. “I don’t think so.”“I don’t want more people dying around me, Mike,” she said very seriously.“I’m sure he’ll be fine.”But he wasn’t. The call came early the next morning. I’d put Amelia to bed in one of my guest rooms. Sun was just peeking over the horizon casting a pure white light that turned the violet blue sky into royal blue.Harold had passed away. Betty was distraught, understandably so, and she asked if I could look after Amelia for a few days while she came to terms with Harold’s death,.