I would giggle in shyness, as she would help me keep it aside on the bed.Then she would come closer and pinch both my nipples with her nails, as soft ...s she could. I would cry in ecstasy. She wouldn't wait just at it, but she would ask me to get a little naughty with her.I would ask her to take support of the wall behind us and sit against it in the bed. I would keep my head on her lap to feel that secure, sexy aura for a moment. A moment which no one could steal away from us. First I would. It was the kind of kiss I had missed for so long. When we broke he jumped out of bed. His grin was that of a little boy finally finding his favorite toy again that he thought he had lost."I am starved," he announced, "and I will make something for dinner. You stay in your uniform so I can look at you and enjoy the sexy show. I am entitled to ogling as much flesh as your customers.But I do have a question that has been bugging me. You never, ever, used the f-word. And you would have died of. "I take it you never knew about them?" she asked gesturing towards thebar."I kinda had a suspicion," I said"So is your Dad still around?" she asked."We still live together," I said as I took a hard pull on the cigarette."It could just be a little experiment," she said."Maybe," I said looking on into the distance."Well, it's a shame that you're not into girls," she said gentlycaressing my arm, she dropped the cigarette and crushed it out. "I'lljust head off and try my luck elsewhere, if you ever. And if you want to get some of these,” she said, cupping her pert titties. She started leading me out of the living room... toward the bedroom, I assumed.I wasn't saying “no.” I found myself being coerced into going through with this. Well, not even coerced, but thinking, why the hell not?Yep, we arrived in the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, we smiled hesitantly at each other while I took another drink of my wine and she tipped her glass up to finish hers. She made the next move, leaning.