As I walk him back to the door...noticing he has an incredible erection. I walk back to the couch...take the cigarette from your finger tips...put it ...ut in the ashtray.....tip your cheek a little upward with my finger...and lean down for a slow and erotic deep french kiss. I then sit down next to you and we kiss like two new lovers just learning to explore each other's body. Intermittently I stop to have us serve the other a strawberry covered in whip cream or chocolate. This foreplay goes on. But instead it was well kept, with pillows, sheets and a thin blanket.“I change the sheets after every use,” she said proudly. “Then I get a friend of mine to clean them each night; apparently they have washing machines somewhere down in the basement. I even have a thicker blanket for when it gets cold.” She beamed. “So...Tell me.” She came very, very close; pressing her chest to my own. “You ever been with a girl before?”“Uhm,” I said, sweating. “No.”“Hm. How bout a boy?” she asked.“Nope,” I. I want you to take pictures of every tree, bush, and blade of grass up here.”“Your dad looks good for 65.”“It runs in the family, wait until you meet Granddad.”“Hello, Dad. How are you?” Coop said, as he met his dad at the bottom step.“Good, Son. Glad you made it up here. Do you remember Dave Hartman? He and his dad have the paper.”“I sure do, how are you, Dave? It’s been years since I’ve seen you. How’s your dad?”“Dad’s doing great. We’ll all be doing a lot better if we can ever find out what. She tried to strike up a conversation with Amy, but it quickly turned into one between Amy and me, and Mom just smiled and closed her eyes. She took a great deal of satisfaction in our closeness, as did my father and Amys parents. Amy and I raced the length of the pool and back, and I only barely beat her in spite of the laps I had been swimming daily. Amy had always been a good swimmer, and this was the first time I had ever been able to beat her. She laughed, and promised that next year she.