"I sink to my knees, unbuckle his belt, help him out of his shoes, socks, and trousers. He’s still gorgeous with those long, muscular runner’s legs, abs nearly as tight as I remember, hard pectorals and triceps. A moan escapes me as I glimpse his cock straining against a flash of damp white panty. He reaches for my breasts again, but again I push him away. “I’ll tell you when,” I say sternly."