Doesn't matter at all. Dressed up to go out, any woman can look like a million dollars and naked they can feel like a billion.We met at a pub one lun...htime and had a pleasant time. Again, sex was nowhere on the agenda. We got to know each other a bit - enough for me to want to fuck her, if I hadn't decided that already.But I tried to keep my vocal language and body language on the noncommital side of lustful. She was wearing a sensible sweater, a knee-length skirt and sensible shoes. An. Now who’s not ready to be a parent?”Chuckling I say, “We’ll have to make sure they understand that Sam needs to feel someone beside her to sleep well.” I wash Kathryn from head to toe; she loves it when I wash her hair for her. She makes me get on my knees so she can wash my hair, and she washes me from head to toe as well. We dry and dress in our robes, back in our bedroom Kathryn gets her underwear and goes to the closet she dresses in one of the outfits that matches Sam’s. Once dressed. We had also been part of a few group assignments and so I knew her relatively well by now. I used to get the feel that she had the hots for me, as she often found ways to touch me unintentionally – sometimes she used to keep her hand on my thighs while talking, used to laugh at even unfunny jokes etc. I wanted to have sex with her – suck her firm tits, bite her nipples, kiss her navel, her fleshy thighs, lick her clitoris, insert my penis into her vagina and fuck her firmly but slowly. I knew. It had been and amazing couple of weeks. In truth, I found it hard to be around her now without starting to feel horny and it seemed that she felt the same way. It wasn't love, it was more an awareness of each other's sexuality.This weekend, our two families were having a BBQ together, the sort of thing that we did occasionally. It was a sunny day when we arrived at their house and I saw that she was wearing a short, light summer dress. As usual, I felt myself becoming aroused as I contemplated.