She was right, of course. There are countless examples in fiction in which the scientific mind has been represented as a "closed" mind. And in fact, t...ere had just been too many strange events in the past few months to discount the presence of... SOMETHING; but whatever it was had to be bound by scientific roots. I am a realist. I always have been. I always will be."You'll have to give me a little while," I told her flatly. "I'm not saying I'm GOING to believe in all that stuff... I just have. She held my hand and took me to a shower. She runs the shower as we were standing under it, caressing each other and whisperingRia: Do you like making love underwater? (Holding my dick and gently stroking it)Me: If it’s with you, I’m going to love every part of it, my love. (whispering in her ear while massaging her boobs)She then took the loofah, poured the shower gel. She started applying in my body and massaging, scrubbing my chest, biceps, shoulder, and all like a touch of love. She then. She turned and looked right at me and said, "would you like to come on over and join me?"I was caught. I had hoped she hadn't heard me coming through the bushes, but she had. I was embarrassed, but couldn't pass up the opportunity to get closer to that gorgeous woman."Be right over," I said, hoping I didn't sound as embarrassed as I felt.I walked around the fence and over to her yard, back along the side of her house and through her side gate."I've been wondering when you'd get up the guts to. I lowered my head, my eyes shut. I had to get an answer somewhere. The answer lay deep within me. “And?” asked Chantelle. I took a deep breath: “What do you want me to do?” “How far are you willing to go?” “All the way.” It was then or never, my moment of truth. Chantelle put on some soft love music on, I closed my eyes to let the music flow into and through me. Slowly, as if in trance, I moved rhythmically to the music and undid my bra behind my back and let my still covered globes fell.