..boyfriend." I stammered out. He didn't move. But a smirk spread across his face."I know." I was amazed. How could he possibly know? Before I could q...estion him he pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was rough but at the same time I couldn't help enjoying it. I found my hands were not pushing him away but pulling him closer. He finally pulled away."Who...who are you?" He moved his hand and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a scar in the shape of his pentagram on his shoulder. My eyes were. I told him no and he didn't stop. After that time, I haven't had nor wanted to have sex with any male... until now." Why now and why with me?" Mom told me how loving and gentle you are. I saw how you looked at me. Never with menacing lust, but with a 'God, she's gorgeous' look. My pussy would get wet teasing you."Anyway, while we were talking last night I mentioned to Mom that I would like for you to introduce me to lovemaking. She said you wouldn't do it because you'd feel guilty."Tamara spoke. Especially when we were sitting in the lounge and he began to talk like a pirate - he's pretty funny as well and given that he really lost an eye to Mr Evil Priest to be able to make fun of it shows he's tough inside.And speaking of inside all the time he was acting like a pirate and Faith was rolling her eyes and Kennedy was grinning and Buffy was telling us if wanted to eat we needed to get washed up now cos it wouldn't stay hot for ever and why is she always the one who has to cook - well my. ”Megan glanced at Bob and then nodded patiently. “Yes, but the massage can be altered for individuals.” She didn’t mention that, in their case, the massages, especially when they were in college, had been within an inch of being complete, and that she probably would have let him go the full monty if he’d have asked. He hadn’t. She never told him that either.Bob spoke up. “Look, Pumpkin, the purpose of a massage is to move muscles around, stretch things, and increase blood flow. You can do that.