"I should explain something to you. I saw the shadow of your feet after you closed the door in HVAC closet today. Unfortunately it was after I broke d...wn. I didn't want you to hear that. I wasn't upset at you, or even at Allison. I was upset at myself for not being smart enough to take your offers to re-try a serious relationship with you. I've always wanted to but felt I would be dealing from a point of weakness, my fucking ego. But I do know that long term, we probably wouldn't work, I'll. As it made its way west towards the United States with 300 people aboard, Megan MacLean looked out of the window, lost in her thoughts. Her fellow passengers would see a mature, seemingly confidant woman in her mid twenties, five foot five inches tall and one hundred and ten lbs, blue eyes and brown hair with naturally auburn tints cut to her shoulders in an ‘easy’ style. There was a slight ‘wave’ but not curly and needed minimal grooming. Not beautiful, but with a pleasantly direct and. I slid my arms around her and she gave me one of those long wet sloppy kisses that lasted a good minute. She broke the kiss and whispered, Dinner is getting cold. I was sitting across the table from her getting lost in her candle lit eyes. With the dim light I couldnt get a good look at her cleavage. I had to use my imagination a lot. My dick was rock hard through most of the dinner. The dinner was perfect. For desert she made cherry cheesecake, she knew it was my personal favorite. After. When I came home I asked Samantha to look at it. While she examined my hand, I could see down the front of her scrub top. She was wearing a neon pink lace bra. I could feel my cock stiffening, until she applied pressure on my hand and the pain brought me back to reality.When I was 17 Mrs. Michaels and her husband got divorced. There were a lot of stories going around the neighborhood about why they got divorced. Some people said that she cheated on him with a coworker. The children stayed with.