That surprised me since pubic hair tends to be coarse. A long purring sound came from Francine as my palm moved across her mons, making sure my finger... did not touch her pussy.I moved to the side of the bed by Francine’s feet. I began to massage the front of her leg with the same motion used on the back. Up the entire leg from the ankle, reducing pressure at the kneecap, and then up to the top of her thigh. At that point, my left hand traces down to the side of her hip. My right hand, slides to. I didn't have a clue how to do it 'right', but I did my best to imitate what I'd seen, and as I went along, I paid attention to how she acted and reacted to what I was doing. I guess the attention paid off. After a while, she had her hands on my head, then her legs wrapped around me, and she was moving and shaking like she was enjoying what I was doing. Did I get lucky, or was she just acting? I never was sure, but it gave me the time I needed, and the confidence too, to get hard enough to try. She stood next to me as the fireworks shot into the night’s sky, launched from the end of the pier. The sky was full of fire but my eyes only knew of her. I had been taking pictures. Head down, breathing slowly, composing my shots. Then click of the shutter. Later she told me this is what first caught her attention. She winked. My heart stopped. My world stopped. In the words of Hendrix “this foxy little heart breaker” stood maybe 5’8, slim, late 20’s, eyes fierce with life and hunger. A Media. He glanced at her finger. No ring. She was a handsome woman, and intelligent. He was going to enjoy being around her all summer. Who knew what might happen?“Your grad students aren’t back yet,” said Mirriam. She was aware of how he was looking at her. She wasn’t averse to his examination, but at the same time, she wasn’t seeking anything either. He was an interesting man, but she assumed he was married. She had Bobby, for when she needed a man.“They’re boyfriend and girlfriend,” said Jeff.“I.