Perhaps she was just too shy to make the most of her physical assets. Though she was perhaps a few pounds heavier than a woman should be according to ...he woman’s magazines she was certainly not fat, and her backside looked pretty good even in her sombre trousers. None of this really registered with me however. This was just Ellen, my friend who I had known all my life, not really a ‘girl’ at all, at least not in that sort of way. We sat down to dinner (Ellen makes a great pasta), and made small. She again said it\’s okay. Then I again rubbed my hand on her breasts while feeling her belly. I asked her if I can touch her belly by putting my hand inside her tshirt. She didn\’t say anything and I put my hand inside her tshirt. It was warm and she was sweating. I touched her belly everywhere and then I started rubbing my hand on her breasts. I then placed my hand on her breast and asked her how is she feeling. She didn\’t say anything to me. I started pressing her breasts. I asked her if I. .yeah, it would symbolise the new Ruth,footloose and fancy free." You've been that for months, sweetheart. By now you should have chosenthe man who's going to be spreading your legs every night, and diggingyour claws into him to make sure he doesn't get away." That's what Millicent said - though she didn't put it in quite thoseterms." I don't imagine she did!"She touches a hand to the near stubble above her left ear. It moves to theback of her neck, significantly more of which is visible thanks. The first bush I had seen in real life and the second time for tits, the first being the other day. She came in sat on the bed and asked how her little, big man was today. I said fine and laid back as she started the daily routine and soon, I shot all over myself again. She took her wash cloth she carried in with her daily now and cleaned me up and then rose and took off her robe. She sat back down on the bed and began stroking my still stiff dick. Soon, she climbed on top of me and leaned over.