It seemed every male would eventually follow the instinct to begin to touch, to feel; wanting to squeeze and explore. It was an instinct which Merilee...enjoyed, so she wasn’t about to complain. To be touched that way—it felt good.With her pelvis so tightly against his, Merilee could feel Len’s erection even through the denim of his jeans. Oh, it’d been months, over half a year, since she’d been with someone, and it suddenly felt even more like a torturous eternity. She tugged at his shirt,. It didn't take long before even a short-term absence made her short-tempered and irritable, almost like the touch of his skin was a slightly addictive drug.When he was away at school or off doing some other job or project she actually watched the clock anticipating his return. Her greatest pleasure coming from the time they spent together, sitting on the couch snuggled together, she pressing as close to him as possible while he wrapped his arm around her, holding her tightly to his side. Within. As she grabbed the bag and turned towards Bob she "accidently" got so close that Bob's nose was only inches from her shaven armpit. She held that position slightly longer than she needed to, but she carefully watched his reaction. Bob was staring directly into Ruths armpit and was immediately hit by the strong smell of pussy. He kept looking and smelling. It was unmistakable. "How could she smell like that?" he thought. Bob knew he must be mistaken but he kept staring and sniffing. He was. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, large and heavy in my hands and she gasped. “I’ve been thinking about how gorgeous you looked every since you left. I am SO wet!” I lifted her nightgown, pushing it up her legs. She lifted her hips to let it slide past her hips, wide curvaceous hips with a dark patch of pubic hair between her widening legs. I knelt there between her legs and kissed my way up her thighs. She slid to the edge of the chair, her legs spreading and her breath quickening..