In fact, even fully erect, I was nevermore than a little over five inches all total. "I see," was my reply.She smiled over at me, and putting her hand...onto of mine, she said: "Dating doesn't always have to include sex you know." She was saying that I might be a fun date for dinner, or a movie, but going to bed with each other was unlikely, and she had correctly assessed (from my reactions) that I was not in possession of a BIG cock, and I certainly wasn't a black guy; and so...well, if we were. ‘I don’t want to embarrass you.’ I said nothing. ‘All your mates at work would think I wasn’t good enough for you. I don’t know stuff like you do, I don’t talk properly and I don’t dress like you do.’ This last was true. I have mentioned before that the only time I saw her in a dress was when she had her interview for the job at the gallery. ‘They’d all laugh at you and that’s what I couldn’t stand.’ I kissed her mouth. This was not easy. I’d never seen this vulnerable side to her and I had no. Listening to such delicious food, I felt like eating up my chachi’s pussy.While folding her legs, she screamed, hahh. I asked her, “What happened?”. She said, “My legs get painful when I fold them”. I asked, “Oh. Does it pain in the upper part or below the knee? “. She raised her maxi pointing at her upper thighs. I asked, “Can I touch it?”. She replied, “Go on. Please tell me what problem I have”. After examining her silky thighs, I said, “Your thighs need some massage”.She said, “Oh. Do I. I undressed and slipped into my bed. Fifteen minutes or so later, Agnes slipped through the door which she opened. She removed some clothing and joined me in bed wearing only panties. Her body felt fantastic next to mine. We slept entwined. She woke early, put on her clothing and left for her room.A little bit later, we got up and met in the kitchen. Mom joined us shortly and had us help her start breakfast. “Did you two sleep well last night.”Agnes fielded this ball. “Yes, Ma’am. At least, I.