I almost don’t feel ‘clean’ unless I can get ‘dirty’ with you in the process.”After a squeeze of her behind, Bobby released her and took a...seat on the edge of the tub, “Do you still have the credit card that I gave you on Friday?”“Okay,” she said as she turned back to the mirror and began drying her hair. “One change of subject on wheat coming right up. Yes, it is inside one of my tennis shoes in the bedroom. Why?”Speaking up to be heard over the blow dryer, Bobby said, “I doubt that you’ll. I could imagine the view, a man, laying next to a woman, his hand on her panties and her rubbing herself wantonly against his hand. I can’t imagine how much more I could take before I had to have him, but I tried to restrain myself, but it was not working. I wanted him so much, I needed him, and there was no doubt.We spent over an hour with me on my back and him next to me, he was patient, loving, attentive, sensual, and just about anything and everything a woman could want in a man. But I. For some unknown reason, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my pink silk blouse just to be fair. Mr. Richards was going to have to expose himself to me, so it was the least I could do to allow him a chance to look down my blouse and explore my deep cleavage. The thought of what I would do or say if he were to develop an erection, while I fondled his most private parts, had left me somewhat petrified with fear of the unknown. So with a knock, and a deep breath, we both entered the exam room.. Now here we were nearly seventeen years later, Jackie had just turned a very beautiful eighteen while I was thirty-seven and feeling every one of my years.Across the room from me Jackie lounged on the couch, her short dress riding up her legs as she smiled cheekily at me, however, she had picked the wrong time to try her cute little tricks with me. This latest trick of hers was her most frustrating, she would wear skimpy clothes that were designed to show off her body while she wheedled me for.