No words were needed as they explored each others bodies. Gabriel enjoyed all the moans and cries he brought out of Caitlyn. He pulled back and gentl...d his touches whenever she stiffened. And when her hands urgently pulled him closer, he smiled and continued his worship of her body. He almost lost it when she arched against him and cried out as his lips closed on her aching nipples. As he made love to her breasts with his mouth, one hand slipped lower to stroke her belly. He felt the tension. She had to finish her shift. There were no spare waitresses to call in, to give her time to get it out of her system. Sal apologized, and, for probably the twentieth time, said he’d try to hire another waitress, so that the two of them he did have would have some options, in situations like this. For the rest of the day Jill Trimble did a lot of thinking, though, and not all of it was very rational.Then, on Thursday, Bobby Dalton walked into the diner.“I have your stuff all repaired,” he said,. ‘Tell me something, Larry. Have you ever seen a women’s tits before...I mean real tits, not just pictures?’‘No,’ I mumbled.Lynn kind of chewed her lip a bit, obviously debating with herself on whether she should (or maybe would) continue with this line of conversation. Finally, she took a deep breath and asked, ‘Would you like to?’No realizing where she was headed with this, I dumbly replied, ‘Yeah, sure...but where?’Again, Lynn hesitated. Then, almost as if in slow motion, she reached for the. If she was planning on teasing me it worked because as her pants pulled tight I got a perfect view of her thong and smooth tan lower back. Then, continuing the conversation, she walked over to me asking if I knew anyone on the club combative team at my college. She was curious because her husband, Bret, was the assistant coach. Apparently, he had been telling her he wasn’t able to work out at the practices, rather he had barely the time to just coach. She told me with a tone of disappointment,.