In fact, they encouraged me to wait until more time has passed. I think that's why I suddenly feel so empowered."So please, don't worry about me. Now ...hat it's happening I'm having fun. And what you're doing right now with your fingers is going a long ways toward getting me in the mood for whatever the hell is going to happen."Krista and I continued to touch and kiss. But we gradually became more involved in the laughing and joking and general conversation. I think that we were all surprised. Her breasts press against your back as you idly run your little hand over my shape sensing it throbbing just for you. I look at you hotly and ask “are your little friend's panties wet baby?” Your eyes flare with the permission I've given you and you kneel up, hand still on my shaft rubbing and turn towards her. “Dumb cunt, “ you sneer at her. “You don't know how lucky you are that he lets me have this” You pull her by her hair until she's bent over the bed beside me. He ass shown off in your. Occasionally there was a wry smile exchanged, but inside I was beaming like a cheshire cat. We seemed to be there in minutes.... I pulled my car onto her drive-way and helped her to the front door. Sitting her down on the sofa, I knelt at her feet and gently helped her out of her shoes. As I arose she reached for my hand and gently pulled me towards her. My heart was pounding with her soft touch. At last we kissed and all the passion that I'd kept in check burst through my head like an. I worked out constantly, but I was just curvy. Not chunky, but I wasn't a size 2, either. My friends always commented on how they wished they had my big boobs or butt, but they were the ones with all the guys after them, not me. I'd only had one real boyfriend in my life. I was the smart, funny girl and that was it. And there I was talking to a man twice my age. I needed to think about what I was doing... Scott: There was a long pause in our conversation when I told her my age. The 'R' next to.