I was awake. But he didn't know it. And when he stood up I just acted like was asleep. He walked over to the side of my bed and breathed very slowly. ...till I pretended to be asleep. I felt his hand on my stomach. This was strange and I wanted to move his hand but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. He gained a little courage and moved his hand up to my right breast. I understood what he wanted now. He slowly caressed my breast and I started to enjoy it. My nipples were getting hard and my. My hands were sweating, I couldn't think about anything else but I was just too scared to call. The morning I did call I realised that I had to, I couldn't let the chance we could be together pass just because I was so nervous you might turn me down. It took most of the nerve I had to make that call; the Hamilton thing was just an excuse. Please be gentle with me?" I'm sorry. It's just that I'm getting cold feet about this whole move. I know you. You've not got a good record in terms of making. The first kiss was lite, the next one more passionate. Janet climbed on top of me, straddling me with her legs, arms wrapped around my neck and we resumed kissing. That firm ass of hers pressed against the steering wheel, activating the cars horn, startling us both and making us laugh as I slid the seat all the way back. I wrapped my arms around Janet’s warm body and pulled her closer, mashing those fantastic tits of hers into my chest as we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. I slid. I didn't at first, but I learned--the hard way.I suppose I would be considered a hunk. I was large framed and definitely filled out from all the hard work that farming entails. I had the gift of seeing something and being able to describe it so people could visualize what I saw. Grampa had lost his sight when I was young and he used to make me sit with him. Then he would make me tell him what I saw. I was his eyes to the world he still lived in but had been lost to the darkness. Writing came.