Jennifer suffers none of theseproblems exuding an electric charm with grey- blue eyes and a sunbeamsmile...and she knows how to move; with the posture...of a finishingschool graduate (or cheerleader, I guess) she's a natural at alluringlyflipping her shoulder-length, golden-blonde hair as she turns her head,or swinging a skirt back and forth with her perfect ass as she walks;all this with a mid-western modesty that disguises any improper intent. She must have just gotten home herself, because she. "Okay, I think clothing just became optional here." Definitely."She was wearing the cardigan her mother had knitted for her when she was in high school. He unbuttoned each of the little pearl buttons with an exaggerated care, occasionally slipping one or two fingers into the folds of the sweater to quickly stroke a patch of bare skin whenever it was revealed. Releasing the last button, he slipped the sweater off her shoulders until it caught at her elbows.Today's choice of undergarments clearly. "This is why you need to talk to someone." Marcus?" Hope trudged up the steps, flushed and warm in her winter coat with the surprisingly warm sun beating down on her."Is something wrong?" No." he shook his head and returned to peering through the window as Hope drew up beside him, staring at the door."Are we locked out?" No." She paused a moment, then tapped him gently on the arm until he looked down at her."They why are we waiting out here?" Shawna's dancing." He offered, with a vague gesture. She always enjoyed seeing me in my boxers as this gave her a reason to imagine what was bellow. Though we men and women are different I have learned to respect the differences and play her subtle build up game. After all when she climaxed I felt a surge of pride of doing something good. I moved in the darkness to the bed whereupon lie the love of my life. I pulled off the blankets and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide open as she looked upwards. She was the loveliest angel I had ever set.