Her curly black hair was currently secured with a simple black elastic hair tie; had it not been, he would have been able to see it reach her upper ba...k from under the hood. Her knew her fears, both those she had told him and those she held back. He knew how fiercely she wanted to avoid feeling the stabbing pains of isolation and betrayal, and how gut-wrenchingly awful it would feel when her desperate attempts to cling to companionship and external emotional validation ultimately failed. And. She bit her lip and gave me the finger. I leaned to her and tried to bite it. She laughed, yanking it away, before touching my thigh rather affectionately.This was a few hours before she OD’d.She was a friend of mine, separated by a couple of decades, but with a mutual love of bars and good times in lower Manhattan. We met through friends and kept in touch through texting and Facebooking. She took the train in to meet up with me and a mutual friend at one of my favorite hot spots, the Fair Lady. I wasn't sure what to do about it yet, but I knew that this feeling in my body was truly amazing and I didn't want it to stop, ever. Mom would squeeze me to her chest between the commercials and take long pulls of her wine glass and give me sloppy kisses. I remember feeling the intense warmth of her body and the soft full breasts pushing against my young chest and arms.Her dress got sloppy too. Her nightgown straps would slip off her shoulders sometimes, especially if we got involved in a. The trip was her high school reunion in Goa, at a 5 star resort right on the beach. She had been trying her best to look good and pack the right clothes. It was her first reunion, and my lovely wife was excited, as well as feeling anxious to make the right impression.She looked up at me, her big brown eyes warm and sweet, and said, "Hi sweetheart! I still can't decide what to take for my school reunion party."I smiled at her, and snatched a quick kiss. "I'm sure you will figure it out before we.