" When did you lose your job?" When the doctor signed me off with depression," Ethan sighed, "I haven't been able to work since May, after Dad died I ...ame unglued. I've still got my salary but my rent has been raised and I'm doing this, for company really. The women are mostly widows or unhappy, there's a few that just like sex. Sorry mama." "You don't have to apologize baby." Monica hugged him close to her chest, "I loved your father too, I haven't been with anyone since." The two embraced. After hesitating, I could not longer restrain my desires. I began to reach out and caress Pooja’s beautiful full breasts. They felt wonderful, I could not seem to touch them enough. Her nipples were now tall and erect as she gave a pleasurable and inviting moan. She took a step backward giving me room to remove her shirt and expose those mammoth breasts. They were even more attractive in the flesh and suddenly I wanted them on my mouth. I hurriedly began to kiss and suck each nipple as I held. I stared and felt sick to my stomach. Though I was getting an erection, I felt jealous that Brad was kissing her and not me. He eventually picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I sat there wondering what to say and do. I thought about leaving but my curiosity and arousal increased as I could hear her moans and screams: "Oh yes! Fuck me Brad! Oh God, yes!" It seemed so surreal as we sat there ever so casually. I started to wonder if Brad was her boyfriend and we were just there as. After a few drinks at the bar I decided to call her and ask her to meet me there. After some convincing she came and we had a nice drink. After some minutes I looked at her in the eyes and said lets go on an adventure. We went shopping at the boulevard, played ad dave and busters and the connection was just fire. I asked her to come back up to my hotel to watch some tv and talk some more and she agreed. We first laid on the bed and talked a bit, got comfortable and next thing you know we.