Once she got over her initial vexation at choosing yet another morality tale – she was beginning to doubt that modern authors other than Austen actu...lly knew it was possible to just write a good story – she found the work quite agreeable. Rose was pleased to discover that the protagonist’s journey involved a great deal of fucking, although she was frustrated that none of it was described. Moll careened from husband to husband, always looking for an angle, always dallying with penitence before. "I'm not sure I'm ready to swim in those waters," Bartlett said, trying todeflect attention from herself. "You tell me yours." What are you so afraid of? You shouldn't care what I think of you." I don't even know what I think of myself these days. But I will say this -you think that just by saying what a problem is that you solve the problem.It's like a surgeon saying that your gall bladder needs to be removed, andthinking that is enough for a cure." Good point," she replied, "but until you. We sat close to each other on the couch; our legs were just close as if trying to get hotter n hotter. Initially the discussion went on randomly when a big moment aroused due to the one scene on television in which mature kissing was going on, she tried to change the channel as usual as any woman would do on such situation avoiding the real drama, I stopped her by taking her hand in with mine then I said “wow French kiss!!! Don’t u like the scenes like that”… she said without hesitation “ I do. Even as I watched I could see them contracting and relaxing.Thick juice was now slowly oozing out of its interior and was spilling into the crack of her bottom. This sight was too much for me, of course I had never before had the chance to examine that closely a woman and until then I didn't even know what to expect to see exactly. Before this instant, I had only a vague idea as to how those parts of a woman might look. My only source of information so far, had been magazine pictures - in those.