She didn't stop until she was entirely nude and then I had her lay on the floor.I moved forward to kneel next to her and stared down at her body. Her...breasts had flattened out and didn't look as big. Her pussy had changed since the last time I had seen it years ago. She had hare down there and the lips were fuller and darker.She looked up at me and spoke for the first time, saying please don't fuck me. I told her I was not going to fuck her but would make her feel good like I had. He pictured her with hers pulled up tight and invading her. His cock was, by now, all but fully erect and the fabric could barely contain him. He closed his eyes, imagining, imagining her. The sense of invasion, of trespass between the cheeks of her ass was exquisite. She took a few steps just to see how it felt. It felt like a probing, poking, stroking something. It felt unutterably sexy. She felt unutterably sexy, and horny. Arousal surged through her.The fabric was oddly cool. It stretched,. " Lynne smiled."And I'd have complimented you a lot," he said."Such as?" She glanced at him."Such as how much at home I feel, and how good it smells." He moved behind her and leaned forward to brush the back of her hair with his nose. "Your hair smells really wonderful. What do you use on it?" Just shampoo," she said automatically, and then looked around. "What are you doing?" Nothing," he said. "Just giving you examples." Oh," she said. "Right." You're in amazingly good shape," he said,. I found myself heading deep into one of the worst sections of the city.Pulling up in front of a very decrepit house that had been longing desperately for a coat of fresh paint for some time, I rang the doorbell.After a while, the door finally opened. A middle-age guy, looking a bit worse for the wear, stood in the doorway looking at me."Whatya want?" he said, in a not unfriendly tone."Are you Mr. Pamby?" I asked, politely."Yeah," who wants to know?" he said."My name is Dag. I'm a TV reporter.