All the frustration that’s been building up makes me thrust my lower body towards her, while my fingers gently squeeze down on the plump contours. I...hear her, softly gasping as if she’s trying to hide it in plain sight. And her breathing quickens, becoming louder underneath my closing grip. Then I feel her hips starting to sway, stirring the monster inside me. She’s calling out a character in me she’s never met. And I don’t know how much longer I can fight him off.Jenny is lighting up parts of. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me.Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile. They would have liked Archie. They would have loved the way he treated her, certainly better than the last few guys she’d dated. But she really wished they could have met him. She had a feeling, a dream maybe, that she might be spending a lot of holidays with Archie, and the thought warmed her from the inside out. But, what did he expect from her? Spending the night together? In looking back on it, she realized that he hadn’t suggested it, nor had she. It just came out during their. ‘That’s fine by me,’ Helen said. ‘Where do you want to go?’ ‘I think I know a place you’ll like,’ Joe told her. ‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Do I have any choice?’ Helen retorted. ‘Not if you want me to buy you dinner,’ Joe snapped, grinning. ‘Then we’ll go where you want to go,’ Helen told him. They got up, took a friendly shower, then, still naked, walked back into the bedroom. ‘Damn.’ Joe pulled her into his arms and kissed her. ‘I can’t keep my hands off you.’ ‘Hey,’ Helen pushed him away playfully,.