Assets. I began to make sure my door was open when she got out of the shower, always sat on the couch across from her rocker when she was in her robe ...ith no panties, etc....it was a good time, for sure....until I moved away to live with my real mother, that is!Then, I only spent every other weekend over at my dad's, and for some reason it seemed like mine and her schedules during those days just didn't offer a whole lot in the way of titillation for little ol' me. It was a bummer, but I. I would be fulfilled just by touching her, but my drunkenness took over here to have the courage and, concealed, reached out behind me to put my hand on her ass delicately and precisely, feeling her anatomy. Nobody could see this in the dim light, unless they were paying close attention. She again turned around to see who it was, and her ass was projected now, looking for more strokes, still chatting with her girlfriend. Her whole asscheek was almost covered by my hand. I only had to grip. She had always dreamed about falling in love with a nice guy, who would treat her gently. Someone with a little more experience whom she could laugh with and who would make love with her and care for her pleasure as much as his own. But instead of her loving guy she now got a laughing, ugly reject who was probably double her age hurting her unprepared and resisting inner labia. "God, sweetie, you are unbelievably tight down there. We are going to have so much fun together, this is heaven!" her. ’ Jessi knew better she had humored my decision. I could tell from the way she looked at me that there was something playing in her mind. ‘What ya thinking gorgeous?’ As Jessi turned to look at me, I could see that she had a red flush starting from the top of her breasts and it didn’t stop until it ran it’s course all over her face. ‘Jessi, I’m deeply sorry if I embarrassed you.’ ‘Don’t worry about it. You didn’t embarrass me.’ She smiled, but said nothing more. ‘Jessi, I’m going for a.