The instinct. The butterflies….. Never rush… each step is deliberate… each swing of the arm… the way your shirt creases as you walk.. the way ...ou breathe in sync with your slow gait as you cross the room… shoulderssquared… chin set defiantly… nature itself requires the male of each species to dance and preen for female selection… a presentation in hopes of greater pleasures to come… Jake knew she was watching every move as he made his way to her. He could sense her anticipation as her breasts. She tells Phoebe she must come over soon to see it. Abbie goes on and on, telling her about Les some as she sits there smiling at Abbie’s account of her.But it is not just Les who has her whole story to a degree told. Abbie does the same about Phoebe, telling Les all about her. It is like the two women are not there to speak for themselves. But it does lead to understanding smiles between them.Tim finally gets Abbie to wind down, and when she does stop to breathe for a moment, Abbie begins. "Hell yes" was my reply. We started taking off our clothes as soon as we shut the door. I poured us drinks as we went to the shower. A very slow sensuous shower followed as we both washed the other's body completely. "Let's start with 69 since it was so enjoyable yesterday" she orders. "This time I'm on top" I state. After a few minutes of this, I ask her to stop and say that I just want to concentrate on her. I roll off of her and go to the end of the bed and start licking her leg slowly. It wouldn’t be weird if she snuck off to the bathroom and rubbed out a quick one, right? It could be really fast. She’d just tell Rob that she had to do a second set of measurements, or something. Or should even keep him on the phone, keep talking to him while she fingered herself. He’d never even know. And honestly? The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. It wasn’t just a fleeting feeling… she was really horny.Gosh, what am I thinking? she thought to herself. Of course that.