" She seemed to be begging me as she looked at my face expecting an answer.Any thought of stopping her did not materialize in any movement in me. She ...ulled me around so that I was sitting as she knelt on the floor. She began to remove my jeans. Her fingers were light and careful, unlike the guys who had removed my jeans before. They had yanked and jerked with a roughness that often made me regret giving in to their needs regardless of how good their cocks had felt inside. But Hailey was. "I think the best thing to do is to just tell her that you like her and that it would make you happy to go out with her." OK," I said. It made sense, and I thought that Gemma would say yes."Before you ask her, though, you should talk to your father," my mother told me."Why?" I asked."Well, I think he wants to give you some advice," she explained.Later that night, after my father came home, I told him my plans to ask Gemma out."My son is growing up," he said with a smile."Dad!" I. “So, does this ‘dinner and a movie’ thing have anything to do with plans for the convention?”“Well, maybe. Deana is of course going to cover this convention as well, and we were talking about spending some time together then as well. I guess we both wanted to see each other a few more times first through, in a more neutral setting.”We chatted a bit longer, then I got my coat and went over to talk to Holly.She invited me into her room and I sat at her desk as she sat on the bed. She also was. The towel dropped.Oh, god. She’s perfect.Her breasts were rounded teardrops, and perky enough to stay up on their own. Her nipples were between pink and light brown, and she was either chilly or turned on, as the areolae were puckered and tensed, hardening her nipples. My visitor’s body was curvaceous. I could almost feel my hands around her waist, the tips of my fingers twitching at the thought. Maybe if I just reached out.I gulped. Shit. She was in my room. It’s so messy in here.“Don’t worry.
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