Even while we were there and she drew her cherry color painted french tips down my arm seductively and flashed a coy smile I barely even felt a tingle of interest. To be honest, I could picture Julia’s face smiling down on me in her stead invitingly. I could imagine her coming to me on her knees clad in just a flimsy robe and nothing else on. Since her I have neither felt desire or interest in another woman and here we are, with me finally holding her, grabbing her. Her warm soft skin beneath my hand.
Gosh she’s so soft.
“you are so soft...” I tell her.
She gasps as I run my lips up and down her cheeks. I am taking it slow. she’s untried and untouched. The last thing I would want to do is spook her.
“what do you use to make your skin so damn soft….?” I ask her.
“just lotion.” she gas
