She shuddered slightly as I started to rub my beard across her. “That’s nice” she said and just stood there with her hands in the bowl enjoying ...y attention. My cock was hard. I stood up, pushed my own bottoms down kicking them off and pressed myself again her allowing my rigid member to slide between her legs. I placed my hands on her waist and started to slide them up and around to her large breasts fondling and squeezing them. I started to kiss her neck and she closed her eyes and pushed her. His arms were around her waist. His beard tickled her chin, but only for a second.All the hard planes of his body, his bone and muscle, pressed into the softness of her womanly figure in the most wonderful way. Merilee had forgotten how wonderful that felt—to be with a lover who felt the same way as you did, to be in love as you were. It changed the whole physical experience, making it more emotional as well as physical.Then his hands began to roam. It seemed every male would eventually follow. It's just that it's going to be hard to get through meeting him." I see" Ah, don't worry. I'll figure out how to act." Thanks, Pete. You don't know how much this means to me."Sunday afternoon, I picked her up at 2:30. When I rang the bell, I steeled myself but it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Her dad was ordinary looking enough, fairly good looking though I thought I saw shifty beady eyes. He obviously didn't like my car, though, a nine year old Ford with a custom grill and. Stacey pulled a chair out from the kitchen table, and then disappeared to collect her supplies. When she returned a minute later, she handed me an old stained T-shirt and told me I could change into it in the bathroom so my blouse wouldn’t get ruined. Grateful for her hospitality, I slipped into the bathroom and unfastened the last few buttons on the blouse. I took the foam hanger Stacey handed me and hung the blouse on it, then hooked it on the shower rod to dry some more. The T-shirt was.