"Don't be shy," Dottie cooed as she kissed me, taking my hands toward her body. "You need to do some exploring too." Her gentle touch was inviting, but yours probably would too if you used the lotion that she did.
"What if I don't want to," I replied mockingly. "You're too beautiful to be touched." She blushed, accompanied by a weak giggle. Compliments were my go-to. Unfortunately they weren't always welcome by feminist women, even if mine were more modest than the types of men they don't like. So I kept it to myself if I knew that it wouldn't be well received by that particular young lady I might have spoken to. But I knew Dottie would just eat them up. She needed a man in her life, her household had its fair share of ups and downs and she actively sought someone to be her rock. It appeared as that would now be me.
She had my hands on her hips as I was now sitting up on the bed with her. She moved my hands slowly up and down the side of her petite frame before they were cursored to her back. "There's something I want to show you, she girls want to see you, too. She assisted my hands in unclasping her lace bra from the back. As we did so, she told me to drop it to the floor, thus exposing her bust. It was modest in size for her build and before she maneuvered my hand s toward them, she seemed to insist that I look at them. I couldn't believe she was just that casual about my touching them. Her breathing began to get heavy as she had me play with her nipples. "They're heavy, just for you," still in her sexy voice. If she sang like that, she could've been the female Barry White. Not knowing what she meant by "full," she took one of her hands put on the back of my head and shoved it towards her bosom.
"I need you to lick and suck them," she said, referring to her nipple which were as hard as my shaft had been moments earlier and was starting to again. I really didn't want to because I thought it was weird, but I wanted her to feel the ecstasy that she elated in me. I still wanted her to feel like she was the only girl in the world. So I did as I was told and if there was another thing I didn't know, milk could come out during sex and not just while breastfeeding. Though this kind of was, wasn't it? It had a hint of the celebratory glass of zin we enjoyed at dinner. If I'm being honest, it's not something I'd prefer to do again.
Based on the way the night had gone, I hadn't had a look near her basement yet. And I might have needed to sneak off into the little boys room during dinner. Her opaques were crotchless. I only noticed because as she was still lactating, she had taken one of my hands carefully to her groin to stick a finger or two of mine in her vagina. By this point, I could feel that she was quite wet from her playing with me. "You can do this whenever you want, babe. Although I'll probably be asking you to more." If it meant that I didn't have to put my shaft in her as I didn't just want to wind up with a hundred kids, I was okay with that. "But there's a couple more things that need to happen.
I volunteered to take my hand away from her love tunnel so she could make whatever arrangements she was trying to make. The past tow trips to her duffel bag were rather quite modest. But this I felt was going to make things a little more wild.
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I decided now was the time to get him to get the (mostly) full experience. I had an IUD. I was on the pill. I just had my most recent period (I knew the latter was a big deal with him even though he never actually mentioned it to me directly). "You may not be ready for some things, baby, but we can find out," I said as I pulled a dildo and a condom from my bag. "Here." I tossed the unopened condom in his general direction. "I hope you got a good look at my backside, Mr. Fratelli," still enacting the student teacher role-play.
