I think she got slightly embarrassed by this and moved out of my cuddle and lay down on her own. "I'm sorry Holly, I didn't know what to do!" I said. ...No, I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this...," she shyly said. "Holly, I do, more than anything, you are a beautiful girl and when you started feeling my stomach, I got turned on and didn't want you to touch down there and freak you out," I pleaded. "I want this, Tom." When she said this, I blinked and the slowly moved toward her, holding her chin. Last nite I was out with some mates and one of them got chatting to a group of younger cunts, all about 19 or 20. Was 5 of them, one was a fat fucking muntter, two were nothing special, one was not bad - about a 7 out of 10 and the last one was a right fit slag. Dyed blond hair, sprayed on leggings, real slutty lepordskin heels and a thin little sparkly top. I thought we had no chance with the cunts and they would just use us for a few free drinks and then fuck off, but after a while the slags. And I think they knew it. Where could I get a sexy tomboy who loves contact sports, and doesn’t hate men, sees both sides of social issues as opposed to automatically playing along gender lines, and has a strong individualistic mindset, along with a killer body? Yeah, it’s what I thought. I couldn’t replace Ivana Dos Santos. None of the women I met could hold a candle to her. The other gals simply didn’t do anything for me. Damn. That sucked. Big-time. Slowly, it dawned on me that I just might. He would laugh and tease her because she was always so fussy with her appearance. Once when the preacher came calling, she made Pa entertain him outside the house for ten minutes before letting him in. She had to change into "something acceptable" and fix her hair.When she came to the back door to call the men folk in, she said, "Walter, do invite Brother Johnson into the house. "Don't keep him waiting outside."Pa ushered the mystified preacher into the house, opened his mouth to say something.