I do not know her measurements but she is very well proportioned for her height. She is a very beautiful woman and has a beautiful personality. I don'... think there is a man on this planet that wouldn't want to put his shoes under her bed. Her attractiveness is what caught my eye the first time I saw her. "Hi Love," she said. "I left work early so I could be with you this afternoon. Is that OK?" I answered her by swiftly walking over and hugged her as I kissed her. "There is nothing better in. Oh god, it feels so good." Excellent," said Martin, "it sounds like it is working well. See,your physiology responds quicker to simulation than you might think,and this thing has a simple algorithm to learn what is working andamplify that, while removing any vibration modes that seem to have adetrimental effect. Go on, how does it feel now?" I don't know how to describe it. It feels . . . swirly, and, insome ways, warm, and, oh . . . it's going to make me . . . I'm soclose . . . oh god oh god. He then cleared his throat. “But not for a bit longer at any rate. You took a lot out of me.”“Damn.” Emma teased. “What am I going to do to entertain myself while I wait?”She squealed playfully when Jason suddenly rolled them both over so that he was pinning her arms above her head with him holding himself above her. He leant down and kissed her thoroughly.“Well, even if I’m not ready yet I’m fairly sure I can do something to entertain you.” He whispered in a low voice.“Jason -” Emma began. So most of the time the daughter used to be at home all alone. We used to talk quietly a lot and after some time, she used to confide in me her intimate feelings. Gradually this developed into physical contacts, which we started enjoying. What started as a kiss and hug moments developed into a full-fledged intimate affair. We used to wait for the lonely moments, which was quiet often and explore the realms of sexual fantasies we had only read or heard. One Sunday morning we were all alone at.