Softly at first, but as her tongue slipped between her soft lips and danced around with mine, i could no longer stop myself. I reached up and ran my h...nd through her hair, and kissed her more intently. She seemed to like this, before i new it her legs were up around my waist. My erection had doubled in size by this point and i couldn't help but wonder if she could feel it pressing against her warm pussy. I carried her over to her bed and layed her down. I kissed her neck and moved to her chest.. Even though he wasn't Shawn, he was a fine specimen to look at. Irene wouldn't mind having this young man rescue her from drowning like Shawn did for Shelly."What'a young man like you doing in a place like this?" She asked."Looking for action," he responded. "What about you?" Staying away from the action." Then you're in the wrong place."Irene admired his charm and attempts to put her in a cheery mood. She thought maybe this was her night to finally experience what Shelly did, and she would. Remembered." he announced, naming the poem."I closed my eyes, but my vision failed to dim. She was there, standing ... and I could not un-see her. Her eyes, so dark, her skin so pale, her hair ... gossamer. She was the very picture of beauty.She looked at me ... and I could not hide my faults. And yet, her eyes began to shine with the light of the stars. And she smiled. At me. For me. She loved me, and her open arms allowed me to love her back.Her touch, feather light, hovering, unsure, but. Clothes had been of no concern, so the conventional childhood attire had been good enough. But he was now very aware of the importance of image and the impressions it could make. So gone were the jeans, tee shirts and tennis shoes and in their place casual slacks, Polo pullovers or open collared collegiate style shirts and suede loafers. Gone also was the boyish close cropped haircut. In its place he had his hair styled longer, swept back and layered to promote the impression of his being.