"Some day if we're still together I might tell you the whole story."She smiled again and pulled him even closer, close enough to put her arms around h...m. "That's what my confession is." She looked up at him and broke into a huge grin. "I made the first move because, well, I might never have got to see you again and you were in front of me and couldn't see me and well... you know..."'If she didn't have him before little brother she's certainly got him now. Even though his hopes just continue to. However, we took our own time to meet each other. One morning, Ann, a mother of three kids, called me to inform that she was depressed. I inquired the reasons, but she refused to disclose pending our meeting. She offered to meet me, and I obliged with a deep sense of trepidation. She was around 42 years at that time, and I was 25. But age was no barrier; it was just another number. At the appointed time and place, she came to meet me, and we sat in her vehicle. We were nervous at first, but. I wonder at your embrace. How warm is your body against mine? How soft? When we first come together, arms tangled, do you squeeze tight like an excited child? Or does your body fall softly around me, just a tired girl looking for a place to nap for a spell? How does my cheek feel against yours in that embrace? How soft the friction between our faces? Do you notice the stubble on my chin? Do you rub against it like a cat scratching itself, marking your territory? Or does that bristling sensation. I think I actually felt her nipples get hard but I quickly dismiss that thought theres now way that she wouldnt wear a bra to work, but I was wrong as she pulls back from the hug I look down and notice to points coming out the front of her shirt. youve gotten so big is all I hear shocking me back into reality she couldnt be talking about my growing hard on could she but the only response I got out was huh? she laughed a little and said I said youve gotten big these last two years I mentally.