<em>“Will you help me?” A small smile on her face as she took of his jersey, “I don’t think I can stand and a bath is not a good idea in my state,”</em><br/><br/>A man might be able to make a more adult decision in this particular instance. A teenager faced with what he has fantasized and craved for years, finally getting to see a fantasy come to fruition, there was no way he could say no. Even if he said it he wouldn't mean it. He had a sharp intake of breath when she pulled him closer. His first thoughts were of getting caught. Her husband is a powerful man in the community, and he could make problems for his father out of spite. Her eyes and smile made him relax and forget that her husband was in the home. With a smile he let her hands lead his on whatever adventure she would allow.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but stare at the body he longed for on so many lonely nights. As it's revealed to him inch by inch his excitement grows. For the briefest of moments he wonders if she can feel the pressure of his manhood throbbing against her through his jeans, but soon even that fear subsides. Once the dress falls to the floor the only thing she is wearing is a black lace thong. He looks her in the eye with a look of fascination and lust and drops to his knees. He ever so slowly kisses her bellybutton and works himself down to her thong. He grasps the underwear with his teeth and slowly pulls them down.<br/><br/>He closes his eyes at the scent of her sex already moist in such a short time. The scent of desire. There was not turning back now, even had he wanted to.