I was really nervous, slightly sweaty. She ushered me in and asked me to sit on the sofa.She handed me an envelope which I hoped had money. It was a t...ick envelope which made me happy. We had a little small talk and she asked me if it was my first time. I said yes. She smiled and got us some beer. Alcohol always opens me up and with every sip, I grew less nervous and hornier.I started checking her out as she sat next to me on the sofa. She had medium sized perky boobs and around nice ass, not. .. fuck ... every second of being away from you this past year feels like a spike in my heart, and I want you to know I have never in my life felt exactly this way about anyone ever ... not even ... back then. But no matter how tight you hold my hands and wiggle your ass while you piss in the dirt, you're still a thousand miles away. And yeah ... I like it shaved ... I like it any way you want to serve it up. But make no mistake, baby girl ... your pussy ... perfect as it is ... it's just one. "My dear, you have no idea how often I wanted to see you off balance. The way you glide through a room is bad enough. Watching you execute an exercise is intimidating. Normally, impossible standards are counter productive, but you were just human enough to make it seem possible, not that I ever came close. Watching you struggle is—difficult."Now, shape up. You have responsibilities. If you are unable to enjoy the party, at least do something useful. I am sure Sean will have instructions for you. ..............the first time", she said then gave me another quick glance out of the corner of her eye. There could be all kinds of reaction to this. A person could lean back with a big smile and talk loudly about it and wax nostalgic like it was one of those crazy things. Maybe another reaction would be to lean their head down like in shame with a look of remorse on their face then remain silent so as not to incriminate themselves.Either of those could be real feelings or just a way to hide.