Dear Jessica,I just drove home from shopping with a hard-on and you're responsible. I was remembering the summer of 1986. I was fifteen; you were nine...een. I got a hard-on every time I saw you wearing a bikini, every time we played tennis and every time we read poetry to one another. I got a hard-on when you read Browning to me and I got a hard-on when I read Rudyard Kipling to you, and believe me, it wasn't Rudyard giving me the hard-on.Happy Birthday!The bikini, tennis and poetry are not the. I was directly in her line of sight then.As I picked up the heavy water can, my shorts slid off at the exact moment! The look on her face was priceless as my cock became free. To add a little convincing tone to the whole ordeal, I acted as I if I was shocked too and dropped the can to quickly adjust my shorts. All the while, Savita was staring at me.The moment I dropped the water can, it accidentally fell on my foot and spilled water all over. As I tried to regain my balance, the excruciating. She stepped toward me andput her arms around me. Her face came right to my breasts. She kissedmy tits one at a time, very gently, and began sucking on my nipples.While kissing my hardened nipples, she slid her hands up between mythighs and was soon touching me. I told her I would like to shower first and she nodded, andbegan to undress. Her body was so tiny! Long, straight lush blackhair. Small, but very firm breasts and the most beautiful behind Ihave ever seen. When she turned around I got to. " "You have done enough, I got to see you, a pretty woman naked and I cut up some expensive jeans." I smiled real big as I said that. I was hoping she give me my first blow job, that would be cool. Then she said, "Well there is one other thing we could try that would fix your problem, I just can't let you walk out of here in that condition." My mind was gearing up for a blow job when she said sat back on the counter and said " maybe if you slide that thing in here it will fix your problem." She.