” She giggled and said, “Well, great minds must thing alike even when it comes to kinky thoughts because that was exactly what I was hoping you ...ould say.” I allowed my hand to slide down her back finishing on her ass which I gave a quick squeeze. She blushed but said nothing, just pulling me closer to her.We walked quietly to our suite and I opened the door for her. As I shut the door, I took her hand. She looked at me. I smiled and said, “I want to make sure that I look at you in that. "OK, name it. What do you want?" I asked."Your clothes," she answered.That's where the story begins. "Wait, what?" You heard me, unless you're afraid," she said teasingly. "I would understand that coming from you, not to mention your sorry-ass third-string Broncos."Dani's proposal caught me off-guard. Maybe it shouldn't have, but it did. Her words were bold and unapologetic. It was as if she had thought about and planned it. "Um, I'm not afraid, I just..." You're in Jersey now. We only play. My penis was already hard. All morning,Monique had been subdued and silent as though nervous of what we had committed to. But I had sensed a different interpretation when, just before we left for the restaurant, she took me by both hands, looked into my face and said, “Do not worry, Chéri. You won’t lose me. I am ready, more than ready, but I am still yours.”When they broke apart from the kiss, Monique took Nils by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I followed and busied myself. The boy had left home before his seventeenth birthday to further his aspirations. He was determined to obtain a degree in Alternate Energy Engineering. He had won an academic scholarship in his final year of high school and chose Cornell because of its Ivy League reputation and the curriculum. Nina described Ben as nineteen going on thirty. He had matured at a very young age and was virtually self-sufficient at age sixteen. At a shade under six feet, he was a sturdier build than his father,.