Your words defined your experience, limiting it with two women, one who’s outward appearance would suggest she wasn’t open to the experience, and ...ne whose words defined that she was. Proof positive, our words define our experiences. Realist: Proof not positive, and really full of holes. Philosopher: Okay, your turn to explain yourself. Realist: Easy. Simple psychological fact shows that our appearances communicate more about us that anything we could possibly say. Moreover, sociology. We had quite a chat sitting out in the sunset and I was always conscious of Gary peeping on us but in reality I didn’t care, all we were doing was talking and smoking so if that’s his wanking material in his daughters room then good luck to him.I’ve never been a parent, what do they do? The very thought of it sent shivers down my spine and not in a good way but Sam was different, we were developing a bond and it felt damn good.Sam couldn’t stay the night for reasons of a family nature and I. "Do you like the way I look, Brian?" You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said. "Or that I ever hope to see." I pulled her to me and kissed her again as we sank down to the sleeping bag."Does that mean you've gotten over Rhonda?" she whispered. I looked into her deep blue eyes."I'll never get over Rhonda," I said. "I love her and I think I always will. Maybe one day she'll feel the same way, but I doubt it. Still, that's never stopped me from ... feeling the way I do about you. I. I was still in my bikini sitting on this guy’s lap who I'm sure was a little buzzed like I was. His hands were on my thighs at first and I could feel him getting an erection. Before long, his hands went inside my thighs and instead of trying to stop him, I allowed him to continue. As his right hand began touching my vagina, he also held my breasts with his left hand getting me aroused almost immediately. Then his hand went inside my bikini bottoms as he began fingering me.I can't explain it,.