Add an unusual build up of anticipation with the excitement of the unknown and that first touch was electric. Probably something else at play was the...thing we unknowingly shared at that time, the thing that brought us together and the thing that was probably responsible for our undoing. We were adventurous sexually and highly compatible, as simple as that. As simple as handing the brewery keys to an alcoholic. I don’t know how often identically matching sexual value systems collide in a. ”“Yes,” she whispered. “I want that too.”“Then open your senses to me, see me and only me,” Michael knew that this was not the way that it was meant to happen, that the bonding should occur naturally. Laurie was susceptible to influence from him, but it was almost as though she was protected from him as well?He sat up and tugged again so that Laurie moved as well. She curled her legs and ended up sitting on his thighs.“See me,” he said again as he kept his eyes locked onto hers. “See only. He toyed with the hardening nubs through the fabric, leaving a wet spot where his lips had been, one nipple then the other.She arched her back, purred, and started to remove her blouse the rest of the way. His hand stopped her, “Don’t do a thing baby, let me do you.”He parted the fabric and kissed under each breast, down her abdomen, and tickled her belly button with his tongue. She parted her legs enough to allow him to stroke her panty covered mound. Instead of doing that, he began kissing. "It's perfect, isn't it?" I felt so excited I could barely contain myself. "The best part is, when Lilah puts on a dress, some makeup ... God! She's so cute. A lot of girls have short hair nowadays. She can be whatever you want!" Ma'am..." Lilah blushed so hard she looked like one of those Indians from the Old West and I giggled."You gone take her upstairs," Mercy commanded, finally moving again. "That girl ain't gone sit down lookin' like that!" Oh!" Lilah blinked at the old woman's rebuke.