She has dirty blonde hair and a gorgeous face. We all just sat on the beds in the room and talked for a while until my grandmother called that dinner...was ready. We ate dinner, then stayed up late talking and played board games. This was what regularly happened for the next four days. Saturday night came and my grandmother came up to where we were and told us that they would be going to church in the morning so they had to go to bed early. Being the only atheist in the house, my grandmother. Now, he wondered, if she wanted the same thing. She had said she did, but now, he was fraught with dread, that she might say no, when he proposed to her. He looked at her, sleeping peacefully nestled into the crook of his arm, her head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of her head gently, so as not to waken her and he let his thoughts wander to the life they would have together. She wouldn’t have to work, there was no need for her to work. He was one of the state’s richest. I was wearing the ubiquitous little black dress and three-inch heels, white hair longer than normal and my figure definitely in better shape than usual. You were leaning against the bar; beer glass in hand, and laughing with four or so other guys. The voice and laugh was the magnet. I knew what you looked like but the fact that you were so tall, well in my dream, was a shock. So gathering my courage, I tapped you on the shoulder. “Hello, David. I’m...” I didn’t get any further. “I know who you. ‘How do you put that into a girl?’ she asked. ‘It is so soft. ‘It needs to be aroused. A guy and his girl do things to prepare themselves for sex, it is called foreplay and can be a lot of fun and very, very thrilling.’ ‘Well come on Charlie, arouse it for me. I want to see?’ I was thinking she could touch me. This must be really kinky, having a sexless Christmas Fairy touch me. Never the less, the thought in itself aroused me and with a little bit of curious touching I was there full size and.