I asked him, "Will you come in and wash my back?" It was something I'd been dreaming about for months. He undressed and came in. I turned my back and ...ave him the soap. Of course, I hadn't really thought much beyond getting my back washed.Paul lathered my back, and then my shoulders and then he reached around in front and washed me there. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo good. I purred, "mmmmmm," and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my rear. Then I turned and said,. I am free tonight for dinner. I really, really would love to go out to dinner with you. Can I pick you up or is that to forward, or should we meet somewhere instead? Maybe that’s better, as in is that more appropriate?’ ‘Yeah either way is cool Dave. Oh wow, this is so cool. I have thought about going to dinner with you. No kidding I really have and asking me out, well that’s so neat. What time and where?’ Jessica and I decided she would meet me at a small diner in a suburb that cooked the best. One with an amethyst pendant – a deep purple pear shaped stone surrounded by glittering rhinestones at her throat. He especially liked the pearls. The little things intrigued him and she was excellent at captivating him with those finer points. But it was his incredible ability to fascinate her with his own finite attention to detail that arrested her imagination and incarcerated her soul. He noticed the gown right off – and she slipped wildly for a second into his fiery abyss – an invisible. I was aware of the wetness between my thighs. I closed my eyes and just surrendered to his touch. "How does this feel?" he asked me. I couldn't help but say, "It feels nice." "Good, now let me check your vagina for proper responses." I didn't know whether this was the regular procedure or not but it sure felt nice. Having had a boyfriend or two I had never gotten that wet on anyone's touch. As soon as he began to draw the covers from my pussy I held the covers tight. He slowly pulled them from.