Can you forgive me?"Dave could see tears in her eyes and his heart began breaking for her. His heart was remembering the first time they made love and...was trying to convince his brain to forgive her - but, for one of the few times in Dave's life, his brain overruled his heart. He held Ann's hand and spoke in measured tones, "Ann, I can understand why you got jealous. I can appreciate your shock and anger. I can forgive you for not giving me a chance to explain my side, I can even forgive you. It had been for an hour, and Lee was getting harder thinking about an idea he had earlier in the day.'It's nearly black out there,' he hinted. 'Warm and dry...'Stevie nearly crumbled there and then when she realised what he was getting at. Instead she got wet in an instant and found herself chewing at her lip in anticipation.'We're alone and high and full of ice-cream,' Lee continued, only to be robbed of his slam-dunk when his mother replied;'You're going to make me say "Eat Me" twice?'So he. Puffy, pale pink aureolae were tipped with virginal nipples about half the size of a pencil eraser.Muscular but slim legs, perfectly proportioned with long-boned thighs and calves, led down to delicate feet with long toes and pink nails painted the same color as her nipples. The white skin between the prominent protrusions of her pelvic structure begged to be adored with loving kisses, the bulge of her pubic mound likewise.Such adoration was not presently possible, because the long legs were. Back at the studio we sat around the table drinking shots and talking about stuff we did in college. All the sudden my wife said “draw a picture of me” and she pulled off her shirt and bra. She has a very nice set of 36 DDs, and I love seeing them, but I was a little bit surprised. He, on the other hand, took it in stride and picked up a pencil and drawing pad and started sketching. He is a very good artist. We just went on with our conversation, no one really mentioning the fact that my.