As simple as that.” He nodded and smiled. Before I could return the smile he leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. I kissed him back and wrapp...d my arms around his neck. I could feel his tension and excitement practically vibrating through him and it stoked my own arousal. I was going to enjoy this. We took it slow, kissing and undressing each other down to our underwear. I enjoyed the welcome freedom of sex without any obligation, just selflessly giving. I sat Charlie on the edge of the. Tell the SAME story again, and again, and again.The fact is, your story won’t be really smooth until you’ve used it with a girl or group of girls at least three times. It takes at least that many times to gauge how women will react to your story and what you can do to improve it.In other words, do NOT try to make up cool stories on the fly in the middle of an interaction. Most likely, it will be lame and you’ll fall flat on your face.It’s a myth that "naturals" make up and tell great stories on. ”At that, my mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe that it was thirteen inches. The very thought of that was absolutely tantalizing. I could feel my temperature rising. My breathing changed as my curiosity grew. Curiosity of know just how thirteen inches would feel inside of me. I sat my coffee down on the table and crossed my legs again, yet again, I couldn’t look at him. Suddenly, I could feel his eyes on my, staring at me. The tension was rising. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and began to. She was younger than Miranda had imagined, not more than three or four years older than Miranda herself. Given a little attention, thought Miranda, she could be quite attractive.The reverend's wife smiled self consciously."You must be Mrs. Willis. Please come in," she said, opening the door."We heard about your misfortune. Is your husband all right?" Yes," answered Miranda, "he will have to stay with the doctor a few days, but he will be fine." That's good to hear."They walked into a small.