"As she was saying this to me, I'm standing there, of course, topless, naked from the waist up, boobs just out there, so I'm shaking slightly, rather ...ervous. Who wouldn't be?Then she motioned to me to take the rest of my clothes off, my cutoffs and panties, which I did. Jeff stood there looking at me for what seemed like forever. Finally, he said, "Bev, you are absolutely beautiful. Just stunning," and he began taking his clothes off.As he pulled down his briefs, there it was. I had really. She couldn't help but respond and, as they were kissing, they slowly sank down onto the bed with Sandra on top. Her leg was between Jessica's, spreading them apart and rubbing up and down her quickly dampening pussy.Sandra kept kissing her lips, face, and neck, and slyly gathered the hem of her dress higher and higher, exposing her thighs and then her thong. Jessica was breathing harder and feeling hotter. She didn't remember ever feeling quite like this before: sexy, hot, wet and needy all. You see ... I mean...”“It’s okay. It was just a suggestion. If they’re private, you don’t have to talk about them. For sure, some of my dreams would be embarrassing to talk to my boyfriend about. I still dream about our first real kiss when you had your hand ... you know.”“I know. I sometimes dream about that, too. But that’s not what I mean. I can’t talk about my dreams. Not that I don’t want to, but there aren’t words. I stumble all over and get frustrated. I ... I ... can’t...” Damnit! My. “You’re leaking.” She left the bathroom. I obtained my own relief, thinking of those lips, that tongue and then I came.The rest of the weekend was like a continual tease. She was completely relaxed, casual in her nakedness but, neither on the Saturday evening, nor on the Sunday evening, would she make love. For me that was decisive. On Monday morning I told her, “I’ve got an interview this evening so I’ll be back a bit late. I’ll need the car.” It wasn’t true and I think she knew. “Are you.