It is my body.I ask Maggie of this and she makes a long talk. In the end it seems that humans place these things on their bodies less in fear that oth...rs may find their bodies unattractive than that others may find their bodies attractive!They put on the shoes to make their legs appear more attractive to others. They put on the other things—clothing is the name that Maggie says—to hide parts that others may find attractive. This is not sensible. I still am not near to understanding humans and. To move where she indicated he could either move the chair or sit down. Instead of making her move her foot from the chair, he sat next to it."Breakfast is served, Ronny!"Without comment he leaned forward, spread her legs, slipped his hands beneath her thighs, grasped her hips and slid her to him. Like a prisoner's last meal, he contemplated the feast set before him. He'd miss this snatch."Don't let your meal go cold, sugar," she scolded. She grasped an ankle in each hand and pulled her legs. About the time I would think I had answered all of Maria's concerns another course of the meal would arrive delivered by Mrs. Che, who would say something about Sarah that would set Maria off on another tangent. I think Maria was exploring my likes, dislikes and opinions. It was a part of the typical interchange between two lovers who are getting more intimately acquainted with one another.After the meal I generously tipped Mrs. Che and left my regards to Sarah. I did that as a tease to Maria. All this time our legs are rubbing against each other. He has beautiful legs which I can’t resist anymore.I take a dive for his legs and for the first time my hand goes and tickles is inner thigh making my way through the edge of his shorts, but still away from the crotch. I can feel his penis rise through the tension created in the shorts. Tickling just the right areas he twitches and whispers ‘So you are getting good at this!’. I cannot resist any longer. I ask ‘do you want a surprise?’..