We've had couples contact us saying they wanted to do this sort of thing, only to either drop out, or just never show up again after making definite p...ans. So we just wanted to make sure you both were sure." Since this is Cynthia's first time," Jan said, "I know just the right guy. His name is Francis. He's around your age" (she was speaking to Cynthia), "and he's really nice. I have a photograph of him if you'd like to see it." Cynthia, and I both, were definitely interested in seeing it, and. He slid into the bed beside me. His body pressed hard against mine. I could feel the magnitude of his rigid cock flex against my bare leg. I bit my bottom lip, silently begging him with desperate eyes to touch me. To let me touch him. Let me taste him. My body was on fire with want of his touch. He was a magnificent piece of living art. Beautifully sculpted and alive with color. Eyes from one of the many portraits permanently painted on his chest continued to longingly watch my every move. My. She, like most people back then, smoked a bit and she loved the taste of her alcohol. It was not uncommon to see Aunt Emmy drunk, regardless of the occasion, but it didn't bother me. In fact, I welcomed it because our sex became hotter and more intense. Aunt Emmy never married, but she did have three children by three different men. Well, at least that's what I was told. Her oldest child, Angie, who was twenty years old, had already left home and lived someplace further north from her family.. I couldn't take that away from you," I said softly. I cupped her face in my hands and gently rubbed her cheeks with my thumbs. I gazed into her beautiful blue eyes and kissed her. I felt her arms wrap around my neck and she kissed me deeply. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. As we continued to kiss, I walked us back over to the sofa and carefully placed her on it. I hovered over her and stared at her body. She had on a sexy, red crop top and a tight black skirt which.