She was still dressed in her sexy lingerie, but since she was practically on top of me I was paying more attention. The bra and panties were both blac... lace. There was a small amount of red trim on the top of both. The bra was almost see through with a slightly thicker patch around the nipple area so that didn’t show. The panties had a similar effect. I noticed all of this as she fed me chocolates. I was so tired I did not even feel guilty that I was not returning any pleasure, like I normally. She had always liked it when a man was slightly taller than her and John was currently a mixture between a handsome rugged man and a boy. His young features enhanced his innocence, while his jawline and developing muscles gave promise of him growing up to be a very handsome and strong man.In the past few weeks she had learned that he was still a virgin and though he had been interested in some girls, they hadn't really returned any of his advances. Now, however, he didn't even want to actively. The “friends with benefits” relationship seemed to work well. When either of us needed sex, we found it just a flight of stairs away. Sometimes we just used each other for release, and other times it was an all-night event, filled with loving moments and ending with us sleeping in each other’s arms. I was always there for her whenever she needed to vent about her boyfriend. She was there for me and always ready to offer advice on the girls I dated. We ate dinner several times a week in our. There must be a reason why she can'tget it herself. That's OK she could be out of the country on holiday. Shewouldn't send me to choose her wedding dress; no woman would send aman to do that.Suppose that she already has one and something bad happens to it. She'sabout to go away on holiday at the time and I generously offer to sorteverything out for her and replace it. It works. It makes a kind of sense.I'd just ask for what I want, nobody would expect me to know anythingabout it or answer.