Every curve of her body was on display, despite being covered by fabric. There was no way Jesse could control the erection that she was creating in hi....“I thought we’d have dinner in and just relax together tonight,” she said, surprising Jesse.“Oh ... okay ... that sounds fine. Thank you for inviting me,” he said, stumbling awkwardly over his words.“Would you like a glass of wine before I serve dinner?” she asked. “I don’t want to rush you.”“Oh ... wine ... sure ... thanks.”“Red or white.”“Uhhm. And you are...?" She left the question hanging"Willing to do whatever you want tonight. " i said"Well that's a mouthful. " she quipped"Thank you, " i chided. "Ryan. I'm Ryan."She smiled, and just as before, wrapped her hand around my cock and led me to a room in the other direction. She was roughly my height, if a little taller, probably 5'10". Her sandy brown hair fell around her upper back in soft, shiny waves. Roughly 180 pounds, her breasts were ample, freckled, and fell in a perfect. Almost faltered, that is. Amycould see that while they couldn't take her eyes off her, it was clearthat they loved what they saw. She held her head proudly high as shestood in front of them, pivoting most of her weight on one hip andputting her hand on the opposite as that hp shifted to the side. She wassexy, and she knew it, and everything about her stance and motions oozedgrace and confidence. There was a little smile on her ruby lips as shenoticed they hadn't resumed their conversation at. I needed to see you every day. I needed to hear your voice. It was an addiction. I was a junkie and you were my heroin. But I didn’t want to kick the habit, and I didn’t want you to kick the habit for me, either. So I just tried to be non-disgusting and happy with what I could get.”I slumped. I’d tossed my verbal cookies again. This girl was punching every button I had.“So, all this time, you never made a move on me because you thought I’d be disgusted?”“Well, sure,” I said. “I mean every time.