"I haven't exactly got the perfect dainty foot, have I?" It's perfect for me. I wouldn't alter the smallest detail of it." I said. "But you see, it's ...argely in the mind anyway. The act of sliding off a shoe is like the shedding of armour - a bedroom gesture, yet lovely and innocent. It's the first intimacy, even if it's also the last. A very special invitation to come a little closer into your life."She digested this idea with some interest, having apparently not heard it before. It was. Could you please stop touching me? You are mine to touch. He said simply. Ragnar continued this, stroking her thigh, sometimes allowing his hand to slip between her legs, nearing that precious mound that he knew was his that very night. When he did so, Astrid would gasp and quiver, hiding her face against his strong arm. He grinned when she did so, toying with his quiet yet fiery virgin was enticing as ever. Ragnar walked increasingly fast, making all haste to reach the bed chamber. His home. He wore a pair of light colored shorts. He was well developed for 18 with hairles legs. After massaging my back….Habib told me “Now roll over”…I said “I would if he did me a favor”.He said “Anything you desire.”I asked “if you also undress, too”.He said “Certainly. I would be most happy to oblige.”I watched as he quickly stripped. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed… Habib was magnificent in the nude. His chest was almost hairless…His thick, circumcised cock hung down about 7 inches. Did you ever stop to think that the reason you don't get promoted is that they don't want you as a vice president? That you don't have what it takes to go any farther? That you don't have what they are looking for? Have you ever stopped to think that you are trashing our relationship for something you don't need and might not get anyway?" Well isn't that a great thing. Just what every man needs, positive support from his wife." Not wife Ralph. Live in housekeeper, live in babysitter for that.