“Maybe not at that time, but as I thought about you over the years. Stand up.” I did as I was bid. She could have reached out and touched my cock ...rom a sitting position, but she chose to kneel in front of me and do it there. “I wanted to be a very bad girl and pull your shorts down and give you a blow job,” Carol said. “Dreams are coming true tonight, aren’t they?” She sucked me tenderly, her breasts caressing my legs, and eventually stood up and we kissed. I enjoyed the feeling of her. She’s rolled two-thirds onto her back, the right leg almost straight, the left one pulled up, and where they meet, a neat little mound with only a wisp of black pubic hair, straight, fine, not enough to make an artist’s brush.Can’t resist that. Fingertips gently touch, explore where it ends at the beginning of a beautiful slit, now tightly closed.“If you wake me up, Carl, I’m gonna rape you.”“I accept that risk. You’re beautiful in this light.”“It’s dark.”“I can see. Beautiful.”Her hand hooked. I could see her clearly in the reflection. She could see me too. She purposely moved so I could see her get undressed. She stripped her top off and looked at me. “Don't peek.”I didn't even hide it. I stared at her reflection, waiting for her invitation. It never came, verbally. She reached behind her back to unstrap her bra. We made eye contact as she pulled it off completely. Her hands rubbed her tits for a moment before I got a clear view. “Are you looking?”My crazy instincts reacted again,. Instantly electricity shot through my entire body the moment I touched her that first time, a feeling of blissful heaven, of angelic radiance, of pure awe. Realizing I probably shouldn’t have done that, I showed her quickly on the screen and pulled my hand back. I looked up at her worried, concerned that I might have overstepped my bounds by not thinking straight. She didn’t really seem all that worried about it though, going on about her work as if my touching her hand were a daily occurrence..