Unless you don’t like it.”“Oh, I think I’m gonna like it. To tell you the truth, I kind-of prefer the old-fashioned way. And, Jesus -- you’r... a True Blonde! That’s the lightest blonde I’ve ever seen on a pussy.”“You’ve seen a lot of blonde pussies, have you?”“Not enough, no. But even most true blondes have drapes that are lighter than their carpet. Not my Peggy.”“So you don’t mind? You’re not going to stop pearl-diving if I stop shaving?”“Never! I’m liable never to come back up for air. I’ll be. I laughed, and told him that Uncle Mackey had been a writer. "I get the impression that he knew where everything was. I try not to disturb anything."Fred had brought two bottles of expensive wine, which I opened first. By the time I opened the wine I'd picked out, no one knew the difference.We all told Paige that the meal was exceptional. She humbly accepted our praise, looking fondly at me as she said that I'd supplied her inspiration.I don't know if we'd run out of conversation material or if. "Well, I didn't get any tail on the weekend and your potty mouth has got me half-hard already."I step close to him, place a palm over his crotch and say, "Well, hell's bells Kyle, let's get it on, time's awasting."I undo his belt, open the clasp of his jeans and pull his zipper down. He lowers his jeans and shorts. When he stands upright again, I see his pecker and it is truly gorgeous. He is indeed semi-erect. I wrap a fist around his shaft and give it a tug. He is cut and about five inches. Bryson was lying, but that was only a matter of luck; Paul and Paula kissed often enough that they were going to be seen eventually.5:08 P.M., Wednesday, April 29, 2015Honolulu, HIPaul couldn’t understand why his girlfriend was being so dense. “Let’s climb the tree?” So dense.“If somebody sees us in a tree,” he explained, though it hardly seemed necessary, “they’ll start singing that ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G’ song again. But this time it’ll be true. Well, maybe we won’t be kissing, but ... Oh come on.