That was when she read a story that she fell in love with, and shyly, she drafted up a small review for the story, as she had seen done so often. She ...ead all the stories, and all the reviews. This particular story was overlooked mostly, however. No one else had commented on it. So Ms Vanity decided for the first time to post a review, in which she gently encouraged the story's writer and urged her to write more. Such a nice state of affairs would have ended there, and indeed would have ended. I like you. My travel and drive in my job has never let me really develop a relationship with anyone. This new job still requires some travel, but for the first time, I can really choose my own base,” Dave said. “I was wondering ... Would you be okay with me settling in this area? I don’t have any great expectations but I find I’d like to be closer to where you are. Maybe we could see each other more frequently.”“Dave? Do you mean you’d like to be dating me?”“Yes. I do. I mean that’s what I. It was the kind of butt that women's clothes were made to show off, and that men loved to have their hands on. Finally, I looked at her vagina. It was surrounded by a nicely trimmed thick thatch of dark brown hair. The vagina itself was very visually pleasing, and I enjoyed looking at it. I leaned towards her, and softly kissed her cheek, and she woke briefly, and smiled at me. Then she turned and put her arms around me, and I lay with her, and drifted back into sleep.It was early afternoon the. The journey passed uneventfully, and it was only after I’d carried the table into the house that it happened. We faced each other and I was about to leave when she put her hands on my shoulders, leaned forward and kissed me. This was different. It was a provocative, sensual, erotic kiss. Her breasts under her dress, unencumbered by a bra, pricked my chest, and her mound pressed against my cock. It should not be thought that I stood woodenly and allowed the kiss: within seconds of contact.