”Pat new who Stacy was and that she doubled as a field reporter besides being the main anchor on the weekend evening news. She was about ten years y...unger than him. In watching her doing the news Pat did have at times what would be called some “impure thoughts” about her. She in his opinion was one good looking intelligent woman who exhibited a subtle classiness in how she conducted herself.Quickly he had a thought which caused him to say, “I will only do the interview with you on one. As we reached home, I suddenly remembered; mom had told me that she had to go to see a friend in the hospital and aunt telling her that she will take a good care of me until she came back and she had nothing to worry about. While she asked me to stay in the living room and watch TV for a while, she announced that she felt like having a quick shower and be with me shortly. I was not very familiar with the lay out of her house and knew that it would not be safe to have a peek. I sat on the sofa,. Which, with someone as nice as you, is PLENTY heated!" {Giggle}. Really?" Absolutely. If you weren't so nice, I wouldn't have cared so much about what happened to you afterward. In addition to my thinking you're nice, you learned some other things. First, in the heat of passion, YOU lost sight of what was important to you. Second, I can't claim to be any sort of expert about how other guys behave when they're having sex, but I strongly suspect that most of them wouldn't have been able to resist. He steps forward and kneels in front of me, his hands on my waist, and explores my navel and its ring with his tongue. This is more than I can bear, and I sit on the bed, unable to stand upright any more. As I sit, he follows me on his knees and looks up at me as he encircles me with his arms, and I feel the fastenings of my bra come loose. He pulls it gently off my shoulders, and I shudder as he cups my breasts, watching me intently as his thumbs circle my nipples without touching them. I lie.