. and I let you do all those things to me!”“Jane, we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want. We can just sit here and talk or yell...for Sandy and Lorlei, or even go for a walk or a swim. I don’t want to do this if you don’t ... really”Jane stared at me for a minute, kind of pondering over the situation. With a deep breath in, she stood up in front of me. Looking directly into my eyes, she pulled off her halter and wriggled out of her shorts. I looked her over and saw her nipples. Later that night, maybe 5:00 a.m., unable to sleep, and unraveling emotionally, he called Maureen. His insecurities had caught up with him. How could anyone as beautiful, intelligent, and dynamic as Maureen fall for a fool, a buffoon, like him? He called. She was reassuring, but he still couldn’t get to sleep. He was lying there in bed, Maggie slobbering on his pillow, still worrying.Not that many days before sleep had never been a phantom; his head would hit the pillow, and he’d be out till. Leaning into him she breaks their kiss ‘I thought we said we weren’t going to do this?’ he smiles pulling her closer ‘We haven’t done anything yet.’ Their lips and tongues meet again, running his hands under her shirt as she does the same they pull of their shirts. Soon topless they begin to remove other clothing, almost naked they climb into bed, stripping the rest of her clothing since he is already naked they lay in bed together. Hands roaming over each others bodies, pulling each other. Back in the dream, Ruth had noticed that I was ogling her and despite herself she grinned even wider than before. She arched her back slightly to make her breasts perk up, and even trapped beneath a lacy bra, I could see her pert little nipples were hard from the attention I was showing them. She was really digging the fact that I was fondling her with my eyes! I kicked myself for never having realized that perhaps all she'd needed back then was for me to not be the perfect gentleman my momma.