I felt my dick against her leg. It was straight out. I hadn't been this hard and this turned on in years.And I got on my knees. I moved between her le...s. I felt the head of my dick push against her pubic hair.And I entered her.It was like fucking heaven. It was so beautiful. She felt so soft. Her body was so fucking amazing. I couldn't stop trembling. I couldn't stop shaking.And she reached up. She pulled me down to her. My chest was against her boobs. I felt her nipples pushing against me. I. She is 5'7", larger b cup, long straight brown hair."Look, Jess, I know I can't take his place, but I can show you that someone still loves you. That someone still cares." She rubs a tear out of her eye and looks into my eyes. I close my eyes and bring my lips to meet hers. At first she doesn't respond. But then she is kissing me in earnest. I feel wetness on my cheeks. Her tears are falling onto my face. I put my hand around her shoulder, simply lightly holding her body."Just relax, Love," I. Lindie peered up at me with a smile and I returned mine to hers as I could hear her urine flow into the bowl. There was not anything to see because her knees were together but anyway it felt erotic to me, just being there.Well, I almost couldn’t see anything really. Well not that I was looking at her private parts. I’d seen them up close and personal just moments before. But I did see something just below the heart tattoo as she sat down, before the crease of her thighs covered it.I guessed. "It is, actually," she responded in kind. "Ooh, maple." Huh?" I just sat down on your French toast; that's the flavor." Yuck," I said. "Sit down on your own damn food." I will if I ever get an ass to sit down on again," she said, suddenly sour."Come on, baby," I cajoled. "Don't start that again. Just give it time." I know," she sighed. "I will. Patience, girl, patience."The girl at the front desk—yet another one; they seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of teeny-boppers in the area—told me.