As we left, I put my arm around her waist as if to guide her. My palm cupped her ribs, delighting in her warmth. She didn't move closer or away. She p...rmitted my intimate touch, acknowledging it with a momentary smile in my direction.We stopped alongside her car and she turned to me, looking up. She didn't speak for a moment."How tall are you?" Six feet. And you?"She nodded as if I'd passed a test. "Five feet. Almost. Where do you live?" On Chestnut. A block from Galileo High." She looked away,. The endlesshours of choosing the right clothes, a crash course in make-up, to saynothing of having my hair 'done' for the first time, and walking in highheels, ugh! It's enough to make a body nuts. Don't ask me how I managedit, but those butterflies in my stomach, as I stood in the lobby of the62nd floor of a New York skyscraper, waiting to meet Bitsy for the firsttime, had turned into screaming eagles. In retrospect I often think ofthat morning especially when I'm going to an important meeting. Looking around I saw that we were alone in the great room of the yacht. Where everyone else was I didn't know and I didn't care either.I reached down and began to lightly stroke May's back and bottom. She moved towards me, and I maneuvered my body directly under hers. In the classic sixty-nine position, we began to make love to each other.Her pussy was hot and wet. I reveled in the taste and touch of her most private parts. My tongue was darting here and there, my lips caressing her pussy lips.. It was begging to be touched and explored but he had to get his clothes off first.Moving up on his knees, he tore off his shirt and slipped his cutoffs over his hips, taking his underwear with them. He rose up and moved them down over his knees and removed them from his legs. Now he was as naked as she was except that he had a raging pole sticking straight out in front.The sight of his manhood made her shudder to think that in a very short time he was going to insert that thing into her.