He returned to sit on the bed, still fully erect and immensely turned on by her presence. She was wearing stockings held up by lacy black suspenders b...t, to Dave's surprise, no knickers. "I don't always do everything by the book, you would have been expecting them, so I took them off. I like to be a bit different." He stared at her bare pussy. He'd only ever seen pictures of shaven girls before and had certainly never kissed or licked a hairless slit. For a few moments he was transfixed by it,. ’ He smiled, running his fingers through her hair affectionately. ‘Darlin…’ He corrected. ‘I will do anything and everything you ask of me.’ ‘See… that sounds so much better.’ She praised, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. Curiously, she returned her hands and lips to his hard hair roughened chest. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been so curious about a man’s body before. The only man she’d ever had physical contact with, had been Avery’s father. The thought of that man’s touch sickened. On this particular Saturday I made my way up to her house and knocked on the door, her mum Annette, answered and let me in. “Hi Donna, she’s not back from swimming yet but you can wait if that’s OK” I nodded, and we walked into the kitchen. “Coffee” she asked and I said, “Yes please”.With a mug of coffee in my hand I went and sat on the sofa, Annette brought in an ashtray and sat next to me, she lit a cigarette and offered me one and I took it. As we sat there she made small talk and leaned. I was still fearful of a face-to-face encounter, not knowing what I would do if I felt the voice on my face, the warmth, the sweetness of it. One day, when the snow was heavy enough to prevent me from seeing the trees surrounding my cabin, I sat down at my desk, with a steaming cup of coffee, and wrote. I had intended at first to write a short introduction of myself, to leave at her doorstep, just to say hello, and apologize for my intrusion. As the coffee disappeared, and the pen movements.