Molly and I were finally alone again.“I saw you let him touch you all over last night,” I teased Molly.Speaking to me, versus messaging me, Molly ...aid “His naked flesh touching mine was noticed. Alcohol mixed with my primal need to mate overrode my dislike of physical contact with another, except for you. It matters not that my body has been temporarily rendered unable to procreate. As you have noticed, I’m verbally communicating with you. My brain is hormonally overloaded, with my need to. I was lying on a sofa like seat reading, when he came over, reeking of booze, lent over me, and pulled my hand onto it.I had mixed reactions, but loved the feel of it, big, strong, warm, and soft, and when he covered my hand and made me move up and down the shaft, the bulbous head could barely fit into my hand.Before you think this was a full blown wank, I have to say, we are talking about a mere 15 to 20 seconds feel, because my grandfather came in from outside, where all the parting was. Her pictures on the site showed a tanned woman with shoulder length brown hair, and hazel eyes a man could get lost in. The person before me needed a new camera. Her skin looked absolutely delicious; I simply wanted to taste her right then and there. Her hair shimmered in the light, and I didn’t just get lost in her eyes, I drowned. Her skirt was cut so low I could nearly see her underwear, while her top revealed so much cleavage I could instantly tell she didn’t have a bra on. “Helloooo?” she. A tall thin African stood in a cheap suit and tie selling the word of god--a Jehovah's Witness. The timing made me skeptical and he proved me right. "I'm not interested," I said."Believe me," said the African suddenly sounding like a student from nearby Johns Hopkins, "this will save your soul." Stepping inside a moment, he opened a drab brief case and extracted another brand new and expensive case that had filled it and gave it to me."The lord is with you," he said as he left smiling.