Straightening the sheets, we eased into sleep, waiting for another day. She wore a loose white camisole, and a soft pink skirt. Standing in the mirror she preened herself, fluffing her long blonde hair and twirling her skirt about. Her long bare legs were exposed, only covered from the upper thigh, while her top was a flattering cut for her small perky breasts. Pushing up her hair behind her ears, her blue eyes wandered over her body as she mulled over her dress choice. Was it too slutty? Or just right? This was a first date after all. She didn't want to ruin expectations, or to be too 'easy', either. He was an older man, old enough to be her father, really. What do men like that want? She picked nerviusly over for small, delicate frame. She was only just 21, and he 47. But, after an hour of more deliberating, she huffed amateur to herself and walked out the door. Clutching her purse masturbation as she stepped out into the cool night. Hairy Her perfectly manicured hands instantly waving down a well timed taxi. 'So much for being early' she muttered to herself as she shut the taxi door. Another Solo hour onto her trip due to traffic, she'd left her date waiting. But, he was sweet, and let babe her compromise. He ate dinner out by himself, instead she'd meet him at home. Her guilt made her ignore all the warning flags of meeting someone for the first time at their home. In her innocence, she didn't really think what this could lead to, or set her up for. She wandered up to the front door, a pang of nervousness catching into her chest as she approached. The door swung open before she even knocked. He was like his picture really, if not better in some strange way. Tall and handsome, dark wavy hair, lean but muscular, a grey specklered, short cut beard across his face. His casual button down shirt tight against his arms, as he smiled down at her, his face crinkling up with thr laugh lines of age. 'Well don't you look like a little lost soul.. it's nice of you to arrive' he teased to her, holding open the door. 'Oh!' She blushed, 'I'm so sorry, that car accident on the highway..' She was already nervous and mumbling. But his charm put her at ease quickly, as he walked her into the house responding lightheartedly to her apologies. The night ran on into late as they explored each other's world's over wine and nibbles. He told jokes, she laughed, he flattered her, she blushed. Forms first date, things were sailing smoothly. She wasn't expecting it to go so well, after all, he was so much older. Did they reslly have so much in common? Please! He told me all about it and called you 'incredible'. “Expose your ass as you put it in!” he ordered. Rebecca and I on either side of my Hairy wonderful husband. masturbation She was wet for him, making him grip her wrists harder. One week later She was sure he had made no phone call. I slammed my door shut in his Solo face. “Howdy!” Willowbud called down to us, affecting an accent, “Did you folks enjoy the waterslide?” “You don't want babe this cock fucking you?” asked Claire. “What’s he going to say when you show him slutty amateur pictures of you taken by me?”