They looked so sensitive also.From instinct, my hands cupped her small breasts and her very hard nipples poked into my palms like needles. Lexa made a...whimper as I began to massage her small mounds. They were warm but her nipples were on fire. Yes, they were quite sensitive. To tell the truth, so was I."Wow, you are so long and so damn hard! Look at that head! So plump and so shiny! It'll shine even more after I do this!" Lexa announced and moved her body closer so she could position my. Oh, she wasn't wild. She was behaving like the lady that she was: Mature. Decorous. Restrained.But I could see it in her eyes, and, I'm pretty sure, so could anyone else who looked her way.Back in the room, I was waiting in bed for her to emerge from the bath. I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but, hey, this was my honeymoon. I was trying to show a little class, for a change.Alice came out. She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her, giving me a real good look.I had. She said can I give you a hug and I said for what? For just listing to me. I really didn't want to because I was still rock hard. She was a real nice looking girl, so I said okay. I was on my bed, and she said are you going to stand up so I can give you one. As I stand up my rock hard cock stuck right out and she said well you haven't went down since last time I saw you in the hallway. I said I'm sorry but it has been 18 weeks since I have had sex. I used to have it every day. She said. .”“I do,” she declared. “You’re divorced and you haven’t been laid in months.”I quickly took a gulp of my beer to save myself from having to confess that she was right about that.“You know, Mr. B,” she went on, “I had such a crush on you when I was a teenager.”“You did?”“Of course! A lot of the girls did. Specially me.”“Really? Do you have a boyfriend now?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the direction it was taking.“Yeah, but he’s so bossy!”“What do you mean?”“Well, he.