She had never seen Paul when he had been engaged significant interaction with anyone, other than herself and his own parents -- and, perhaps, Ophelia,...back at the hospital. Would he be intimidated by the Silverthorn's home? By their obvious prosperity?Would Paul be cowed by the personality of her high-powered father and her almost-equally supercharged older brother?Would he recognize that the two men were, underneath it all, warm and accepting people? Or would Paul be frightened out of his. ."Not like that. Now listen very carefully. From now on, your hands are my hands. When I tell you to touch yourself, I want you to picture my hands doing the touching, do you understand?I nodded. "Yes..."Good. Put some more oil in your hands.I picked up the oil and spread it over my hands, entranced, watching the message on the screen that told me he was still typing.Now grab your breasts HARD! Your hands are my hands, and I intend to be rough with you this evening. You know the way I like to. At first I was going to do it with my hands on the outside of her blouse.Several minutes went by giving her a back massage through her blouse that she wasn’t feeling the massage to her back muscles.“Leroy, pulled the back of my blouse up,” Beverly asked me in a nice pleasant voice.I raised the back of her blouse up, saw her bra going across her back. When I did I glanced down to her lower back to see where her . I quickly got us some things to clean up with. She wanted round two however I felt a bit scared to engage in it again without a condom, reluctantly rejecting her. She did not seem too impressed and wanted to leave early.The Second Time, Spring 2011After our first time, we grew closer and I felt more and more perverted the longer I was around my now named 'Fuck buddy'. My mind kept on her constantly as well as memory of my first time. I wanted to have sex with her again, soon. That time came.