Our eyes met and we both obviously felt the same, that we were sharing a perfect moment. We made love several times that night and I will remember it ...orever. Since then we have met a few times, the moment we are together he takes me in his arms and kisses me. The moment we start kissing the desperation for one another just takes over. The last time he visited we didn’t get any further than the kitchen sink, he kissed me, dropped to his knees, lifted my skirt and began to feast on my pussy. My. While his strong hands massaged my foot, the persuasive lips and tongue sucked, nibbled and licked at my little toe. Then he moved onto the next toe and the next until I felt I was going to pass out from the delicious sensation. Since he was not lying on top of me now, I was free to move and boy did I squirm in appreciation. There was no need for words as I panted and groaned as if in pain, all the while thinking he must never stop doing this to me. My left foot was wet and slippery in his. The picture attached was of a very good looking fully closed man about our age with eyes that even in the picture were twinkling with mirth. The smile on the picture’s face was shining. Something about the ad reached out and touched me in a place I wasn’t expecting. I finally answered one. I tried to answer in the same vane as the ad, with humor and a sexless sexiness. For the next week Don and I exchanged e mails. All of them showed his sense of humor and his eloquence with words. Not once did. However, nothing cured my shyness. Finals came and I scored higher than expected and when the semester ended I headed home for the holidays. On Christmas Eve we had the traditional family party. My older sister Carol, the Grayson graduate, was at the party. She was a great older sister, always laughing and kidding, and a bit of an exhibitionist. She had a terrific figure with big breasts that she always used to tease me. More than anyone else she had pushed me to go to Grayson. She kept.