What was I thinking! What do I wear? What do I say? Will he like me? Will I like him? No going back! Then I hear the yard gate and know its too late ...�� he's arrived! Using all my inner strength I open the door and plaster on a smile. Phew it's ok; he is still the lovely sweet man who had been chatting to me on the phone trying to figure out my needs and wants. I make coffee and we talked for an hour, how I regretted that hour now. Next time I’ll have him spank as soon he steps in through the. We'd go to parties together, attend concerts and lectures, and go to the movies. By the time summer rolled around, I felt just as much a part of their family as I was of my own.When the spring semester ended, I opted to go for some summer classes, because what with my tennis competitions, my class load during the year was getting heavy. When I told Paul and Sara, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse: move out of the dorm and live with them, rent-free. Since I'd practically been living with. Eitherhe would come to my place or I would go to his. I liked acting like awife to him, cooking dinner, washing his clothes, tidying up hisbungalow. In exchange, he rewarded me with nipple kisses, belly buttonkisses and showered me in passion and tenderness. As is the commitmentof all men who come to Macaon to find a woman, he was concerned about mywell-being and respecting my dignity. Right from the start, he made astatement he was not to have sex with me until, as a couple, we woulddecide the. This is Andy’s story. “Don’t worry about it” I say as you huff and puff before rolling over. “It happens to everyone” I tell you as I stroke your shoulder reassuringly. What I’m really thinking is ‘For gods sake, I really needed a really good fucking, and you’re not up to the task’ But I’d never say that because that would be mean and it wouldn’t help the situation any. I’m not nasty you see! I’m just a little needy sexually and I need a man that can keep up. What’s funny is that you talk the.