If you don't mind my saying so." No, I don't mind a bit," she said. "But you don't think..." Hell no," I said. "You look like who you are. There's no ...eason to try to shrink down to who you were in high school. You're the woman you ought to be. Don't think guys don't notice you and admire you, either. And if your husband can't see that and love it, he's a damned fool who's forgotten how he used to look at the moms when he was in high school." Really," she said, thoughtfully. And then she. With the heels, you looked so awesome, your beautiful butt rose a little higher, and it was so delicious high in the air. You are dressed to kill. That’s precisely why I couldn’t hold my self hottie.She burst out laughing and laughed for a minute. She calmed down. I was kneeling still, and she held my hands in hers. We started kissing again for a good long five minutes. She broke the kiss and started pulling my tee. I let go of it, and I was here bare-chested.I am not a very built guy with a. Without him, you would surely wither like a neglected flower.You hug him tightly and you smile. You love seeing how flustered he gets in these moments. You like to be reminded just of how much he too enjoyed this. You do not know what it is like for a man to orgasm. You've never experienced sexual climax as a real man. But you have to assume it feels good to him. That is why he keeps you around. He'll never abandon you. He'll never treat you like trash. You're his special lady, his firstmost. A multitude of wonderful scents filled my nostils.The air was warm, but it was also clean and fragrant. Rebecca was wearing a dress with a floral pattern that was a perfect match for the scenery."You look so beautiful here amongst all this natural lovliness," I couldn't help saying.She smiled as she turned to face me, looking into my eyes. Those blue eyes of hers somehow were the perfect compliment to the yard and all the color variations in it.I put my hand up to her cheek and she leaned her.