Get the mad-milkman to make a special delivery down Pleasure Lane..." I had to hold up a hand to stop her; I sensed she could go on like this for a wh...le.I still didn't answer though."Well?"I sipped coffee, making an "Mmm-hmm" affirmation into the cup that I hoped sounded non-committal.Belinda looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments."Will you let me do something for you?" she asked in her serious voice."You're not going to break him in for me. Not even if you beg," I said in the best. He gently holds her and they both are lying on the couch, him on top of her. He brushes her hair as he goes in for the kiss. He brushes her hair and doesn’t close his eyes.They’re looking deep into each other. He gets harder and harder. She can feel it through his slacks. They continue to kiss as he reaches for her breast and cups them and slowly pulls on them. He moves away from kissing her to licking her neck and nibbling gently. He runs his hands down her legs and moves back to her pussy. He. "Oh! He's wonderful!" I exclaimed to the couch. "He's incredible!" I told the refrigerator.And a good kisser, too. The goodnight kiss ("This week's poll: 68% of women think you should absolutely kiss on the first date!"), ahhhhh ... it lasted nearly 10 minutes. I just melted into his arms.Michael was wonderful. Average in most respects, about 5'10" tall, hazel eyes, brown hair, almost geeky in fact. But wealthy. A software entrepreneur.And boy, could he kiss. And good with his hands, too. I was. Her eyes would widen. She would be nervous, but curiousity always got the better of her. She was never sure, but he was. He'd convince her how much fun they could have. He'd teach her everything he knew about that mysterious, forbidden world.Their reality was much different. They had parents, uncles, aunts, cousins ... They were hardly ever alone. Uncle Fred, Lydia's father, for one, was almost always around. He'd want to take the boys -- Donald, his brother, Dennis, and Lydia's brother, Alan,.