Dinner is ready.’ ‘Wait, which one is you?’ ‘Guess.’ I left the album open to the photo and followed her to the table. That was when I notic...d all she wore was a t-shirt. Her ass and tits enjoyed their freedom and were celebrating. I enjoyed their freedom too. Dinner was fabulous and I demanded she give me her recipe but she wouldn’t. I threatened her with bodily injury and she stuck her tongue out at me. I assumed a threatening kung fu stance and she walked right through it and embraced me.. The air was chill on her where his skin wasn't warm. She shivered from one of these sensations, maybe from both.She wanted him to shelter her from the occasional drops driven by the strongest gusts, but she also wanted to run into the rain, be one with the storm. When he eased her panties down, she sat abruptly on the couch. She felt the wicker press into her ass, felt it tickle her pussy lips.Then he pushed her back, kneeling so he didn't block her vision of the storm. He moved her legs onto. ” “Thank you for being honest with me,” she said. Slowly, I undressed, revealing my fully naked body to her. I slipped her clothes off as well, revealing first her breasts, and, finally, the beatiful pink pussy between her loins. “So how does this work?” I asked. A genuine question. “Just play with my titties for a little while,” she said, “till I tell you to move down.” I took hold of her beautiful soft but firm breasts and played with them. Then, I took them in my mouth and sucked on them,. She gave me a light peck at the door and invited me in. Her apartment was small but nice. What we'd call Brooklyn Compaction -- small, but well done. She asked what I had brought, but instead I simply went to the kitchen to pour us both a mimosa and set out some food. A tray of samples as it were - fruit that was light and easy, along with some scones. We started to talk, to pick up from where we had left off. We sipped our mimosas too quickly and got a bit of a head going. Smirks and smiles,.