By the licentious wiggle she uses against me, I can tell she knows of my dilemma as well. The moment seemingly ends with the music, but she remains fl...rty and bright. Grabbing my hand, she leads me outside, on to the patio overlooking the St. Johns river and across is the Landing, all aglow with it’s neon lights. We walk and chat like the old friends we sort of are. And that is, of course, an amusingly thread of this live conversation. I ask about her posting and her live in friend that moved. To say in simple terms she is a sex goddess and a bombshell all of us want to see and feel.I did not reveal that I know her and asked her what is she interested in, and she said she is looking for cuddling with me as she is starving for some love in bed. She was very clear in her email that she doesn’t want to have sex as she is afraid. I said ok and told her that these things might end up in a long hung sex and she was very clear that she is gonna stick to cuddle. We exchanged email for about. " If—" She nodded.'If you cared." I care," I said. She smiled again. This time she nodded sagely. An frightening thought hit me."Wait, your mom—My dad! They—" Lily caught me."No. Christ, no. I made up something about us getting to bond since we're going to be related and all that. I told mom what to say, and your dad went along with it. But I told them if you didn't say anything, not to say a word." And you'd have just stayed up here, and missed your mother's wedding, if I'd have blown it?". "Shall I stand up?" OK, I'll do you legs first then your bottom." Lauren gripped her shins between her hands and rubbed up to her knees, first one leg then the other, her gaze lifting all the while to her pussy and the water dripping from the hairless lips and delicate folds of skin between. She moved up to her thighs, pushing the bar and her hands between her legs, deliberately missing her pussy. She teased apart her legs, rubbing her pussy with her wrist and arm as her fingers found her anus..