It was obvious that there was a certain chemistry between us, and that alcohol played little or no part in the reaction.The meal lived up to expectati...n, while the conversation was great. We laughed, joked, put the world to rights. Ben would touch my hand or my arm, to make a point, and I found myself squeezing his hand, because it felt right. As we left the restaurant, we walked along by the park, Ben stopped, turned, took me in his arms, kissed me deeply, and ever so quietly, told me he loved. I'm 25 by the way. 6'1", dark hair, tanned, well bui... err, never mind.Please allow for some time for replies - I will reply (unless the mail is abusive) but I am quite busy so they may be delayed.Now. Enough blithering - on with the story.Part I"Bloody apple trees. Give me a cherry any day!"- A Famous inventor, a comment made to his physician after an equally famous accident.I HATED MY brother.I certainly didn't hold any death wishes for him, though a comment to that effect did cross my mind. The skirt had a slit in the left side that went halfway up her thigh. She was also wearing black hose. She looked stylish and sexy at the same time.Sonya was in the best mood she had been in since before the incident at the party. On the ride to the restaurant she told me everything that was happening at work and all the funny stories she had heard recently. For my part I did a good job of not letting her know how much things still bothered me. I tried to relate to her like I did before all. I left work and drove to his postcode. I was wearing no underwear; had removed my bra and was wearing my ankle laced boots, black stockings, long skirt, full slip and blouse under my long coat. I was so aroused sexually I could only think of rubbing on his nose and mouth and opening my outer lips so wide.He was charming; the oldest man I had ever met for sex but this was unimportant. He was a gentleman and I was confident in telling him what I wanted to do. He was welcoming and charming. I knew.