I have come to want it very much, and yet I'm so nervous and afraid. These are my feelings -- my mixed emotions -- both for her, and about finally goi...g 'all the way' with her:I thought of you today after the lovely lunch we sharedThe way you looked, and all the things you saidWhen you urged me yet again to take our friendship all the wayAnd share the scintillating splendor of two women together in bed.We've been friends for so long, and yet I never knewThis side of you, that you've finally let. You have a good story for him tonight, don't you? How good of a story do you want to bring home?" I sent her out for another turn, and when she came back in, I brought her close, with my fingers entwining her hair, for a slow pivot. Around...around...my cock is between us, she feels it, plants herself against it, and holds tight with closed eyes. "You're a nice girl, good girls don't do this, how bad of a story should we make for him?" The music lulls momentarily, and she looks up into my eyes.. Greta relished in the fact that she was a lady of leisure. After cleaning the apartment every day, she dressed in one of her nicest dresses or the lingerie Frank purchased for her on their shopping sprees. She had so many garments that she couldn't possibly wear them all. She would sit playing solitaire or put a picture puzzle together or go to the corner for the newspaper. Every afternoon if the weather was nice, she'd take a walk about the area. Have a cup of tea and pastry for a treat.Frank. It took no time at all before she started growling so I backed off and said:"On your hands and knees!"She did and there was that beautifully shaped, satin-smooth bottom presented to me in all its glory. Despite my lust, I gazed at it drinking in its loveliness. It was a little pink but there were no hand marks. I knelt to kiss it and paid homage to it for a good five minutes by which time she was in continuous growl. Keeping a hand on her left buttock I started to work her slit. I really.