‘No, somewhere different.’ I insisted. I chose a black linen blouse that pressed itself against my body tracing every curve from the waist up. I w...shed my hands and then ran my wet fingers through my hair allowing the short ends to get a little ruffled. As I dried my hands, I considered a pair of jeans that slung low across my hips. I pulled the pair on and slipped my feet into a pair of leather boots. ‘Go to the café at the end of the street where you live. I’ll be there.’ I assured her. I was. They were the silky white panties women wore at that time. I don’t know if she had slid down some on the couch or if they were just tight but I could she the outline of her pussy lips through the panties. That’s when I noticed they were wet. Even with my head still spinning from what had just happened I knew she must have had an orgasm too and I knew I had to taste her. I walked around and knelt between her legs. First I leaned forward and gently kissed her pussy lips through her panties.. He looked at her, standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing only a thin cotton robe in a startling shade of red that brought out the fiery red highlights in her waist-length brown hair, which was tangled from sleep. Ariel thought to herself, "Wow!!! He looks so fine sitting there in his underwear and t-shirt! It's like God made him just for me! Thank you ever so much, God!" and she smiled, her cheeks still rosy from sleep.Jack stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and. My head wasmotionless and my eyes were firmly fixed on some distant point, likesome runway model. This was no 'when in Rome, do as the Romans' thing.I began to feel genuinely proud of the way I looked then I did one ofthose spins that women do when checking themselves out when they'retotally absorbed in the way they look. I pirouetted, while keeping myhead facing the mirror and glancing behind me, I noticed my roundedperfect pear-shaped ass and smiled.I felt completely self-satisfied to gaze at.