” With a smirk, I grab in between your legs, and feel your erection. I watch you smile and feel you throb in my hand. “What makes you think I can ...o over so easily?" I say. "Judging by how turned on you are I bet I could send you just as fast,” I say. I kiss your neck, tracing my tongue up and down and stroking you at the same time. You groan in response, and stop my hand. “Tonight is about you.” The look of passion is serious and enticing. I give you a curious look as you walk me into the. After we talked I asked him why he didn't have any hair on his chest and crotch. He laughed and said, after working outdoors all day,the sweat stuck to it and starts to stink. I finally built up the courage to ask him if he'd show me how to shave. He smiled and said normally I wouldn't, but considering you're dad's passed, and you're like a second son to me, I'll help you if that's what you want. I said it is. I said I didn't like the hair, it looks funny. He gave me a hug and said let's have a. But maybe that was the point of airing this laundry.xx, A Muse Amused* To: A.M. From: TouchOfGray Subject: Re: Lushstories FeedbackDear A.M.,Thank you for the kind feedback. Your letter was wonderfully articulate and beautifully written—so much so that I almost wish I was indeed whoever it is you think I am. That I managed to capture or characterize something in such a way that leads you to believe that I’m drawing on your (or someone’s) actual experience is a compliment of sorts, and I. But in her case, I think she saw their approach as an opportunity."Harvey, could I ask you something. I know we are kinda just floating and not going anywhere right now, and I do hope that that will change," she said, giving me a mushy look. "Anyway, I mean would it be all right, you know, to have Thanksgiving Dinner together somewhere?"Her request had come out of the blue and had caught me kinda flatfooted as one might say. "I guess," I said. "Where did you have in mind?" Anywhere but.