I'd done things for him that were really over-the-top, which only pushed my limits further. But I feel somewhat less slutty knowing that in all those ...xperiences, alcohol was a factor. We were in a neighborhood sports bar watching the world series I think. He had worked me up and I was loving all the attention his friends were giving me. He had tricked me, to get me there just wearing an old short sun dress I like to lounge around the house in. He showed up at my doorstep just after I had. He would have to seduce her. Chapter 4 It started the following day. After their golf practice Michael did as usual and drove Jill home. I noticed that just as she was about to get out of the car, Michael reached over and gave Jill a quick kiss on the lips. She didnt appear to encourage him, but didnt slap him either. That evening over dinner Jill asked if I would mind if she had more afternoon golf practices with Michael so she could improve her game for the tournament? Of course I wouldnt. And I couldn't help thinking how my life had changed in just a few short weeks since I'd first had sex with him in Nana's attic.So this is what romance is all about, I thought. When I'd been at the convent, I'd always thought that it was about gazing into each others eyes and holding hands. Or perhaps gently kissing after you'd known each other a few weeks. That was what the girlie magazines had told me. You did that for a year or so, they suggested, and then got married and had babies. They. “Mmm, oh yes. You could persuade me I am sure,” I told her. “Can I watch what I do to you sir?” I stood and my trousers and pants were soon off by her delicate hands. I pulled of my shirt and sat naked on my chair. “Sir?” she asked, slightly uncertain now, perhaps at seeing my semi aroused organ just inches from her face. “Use two fingers and your thumb to pull back my skin, and then push it back up. Start by doing that.” As I felt her start to pull on me I moaned. My member grew more. Her.