I felt it necessary to show my straightness and told him I could kind of understand that as I LOVE to eat pussy. He asked me about it a bit and I fill...d him in on how a college girl had shown me some kind of kinky stuff when I was in high school and I just loved making a girl moan from licking her!I was getting boned talking about sex and more boned noticing Steve checking the swelling going on in my shorts. He lead us to the living room and got me to stand in front of a very comfortable chair. "Here, let me help you with that," Mrs. Reynolds said considerately, after she shut the door. She took my sweater and put it on the table in the foyer. She would have helped unbutton my blouse, but I had it off before she got the chance. I handed it to her and had reached behind me to unhook my bra when she held out a hand and said, "Wait. Let me do that."I stood quietly as she put my blouse on the table and then turned to me and put her hands on either side of my breasts and felt how they were. He thought he saw her say something. No, it looked as if she was yelling at someone. He did not know why but she was screaming. And wait. It looked as though the woman was, well her body was jerking around, or something like that. “Is her head laying back against the seat?” he said. “What is that woman doing?” He put on his coat and shoes. He went outside and stood on his porch. He watched her from a distance. Then Ted, that is his real name actually, stepped down off his porch, and headed out. Wink. Eliza was snuggled to my side, tracing gentle patterns in my chest hair languidly with one fingertip. Of course, she knew exactly when I was awake... "Yes, I can see your dreams, but I prefer not to. Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and told her "No. I would rather my brain do what it wants..