"Can I touch you too?"Hannah moved beside him and he placed his hand on her vagina. She knew she was wet. She wasn't sure why, but lately when she and...James did their comparisons, she felt kind of excited about it and her vagina got moist. His touch made her gasp and she could feel her whole pubic area becoming very warm. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as James kind of probed and rubbed her down there. James noticed this and moved his other hand down to cover the hand of hers that. She smiled and leaned back on her chair. And then the look I saw the day before came back into her eyes. She put her arms on the table, glanced at my cock and looked up. This may be an unusual request from me but yesterday, when I accidentally pushed your penis against your hip, (we both smiled,) it felt incredibly hard. Would you mind if I squeezed it to see if it was as hard as I thought? Mind!? Hell no I wouldnt mind, I thought. Sure, Mom. I said and walked it to her outstretched hand. She. " Her voice was fading as she slipped further down the path toward slumber."You're welcome. Now get some sleep." It wasn't an order, but she didn't take much convincing. She was out within seconds.As the lovely, mysterious young woman snored lightly against my chest, my thoughts drifted back to how all this had come to pass.Weary from driving and exploring back roads, I had stopped in Sicamous for lunch yesterday. As I got out of the Subaru and stretched my cramped limbs, I noticed a large, new. I’m six feet, four inches tall, weigh two-hundred and thirty pounds, and I have long dark brown hair with very little gray in it and blue eyes. I’ve been told by more than one woman that I was handsome, but I’m now approaching fifty-four, and am a retired writer with a little over half as many novels under my belt as the years I’ve spent on this wonderful earth. However, I was barely eighteen when what I’m about to tell you took place. I was considered to be a nerd when I was younger and didn’t.