. no." Oh, good. I was afraid I was too late. It's after eight, and I know how you ranch-types like to get up early."I listened, wrote down notes, tha...ked him, hung up, and snuggled next to Sleeping Beauty's evil twin sister. "Cheryl?" I said, gently caressing her shoulders.Something in Earlymorningcherylese, too faint to make out individual words. But not to faint to grasp the meaning, if not the words.I brushed back hair and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Cheryl?"The eyelids remained. Now I knew it for a fact, and one thing was clear: my estimate of her being a solid eight was completely wrong. She was positively off the scale.Years of regular exercising had rewarded Gemma with an athletic, yet highly feminine figure. She was by no means skinny, but there wasn’t a single ounce of fat out of place anywhere on her body. Covered in creamy smooth skin, her heart-shaped little ass was a true work of art. While not as big and full as her friend’s, the delightfully firm twin cheeks. As he moved between her legs she raised her knees leaning them outwards, making herself totally accessible, he lay down on an eye level with her beautiful mound gradually, tantalisingly slowly kissed and licked at the soft white flesh offered to him. Moving closer to his target made him able to also begin suckling the very thick pink lips that were already on offer. By now she was going frantic for him, her buttocks heaving up and down with her need, but he took his time. Until suddenly, he. She was utterly put off by and shrank from physical human contact. My grandmother, a petite lady, who had six children, obviously had a sex life once but she had been a retro-virginal widow for decades.Nor were the nuns of the grade and high schools I attended a source of knowledge; veiled and coifed and draped in yards of black wool serge (before Vatican II) they were medieval in appearance and, many in their thinking as well. They and the Catholic Church made sure that by the time I finished.