Never long enough. Never with the zeal of my college sweetheart.Over a decade had gone by and I’d met and dated so many women. And I’d not found t...at special woman. That woman to whom I could devote my life.I’d maintained a 4.0 grade average in both high school and college. So, in one respect, I wasn’t stupid. But, like many intelligent people, I was blind in so many ways.This being the case, I had the Oprah-esque aha moment when I was driving in my car, the radio on an oldies station and the. He juststood there and let the wind blow his hair around his face. It didn'tmatter to him right then that he would have to brush it out again beforedinner. All he thought about was "this would make a great honeymoon forme someday."For dinner this night, Ken decided to wear his blue evening gown. It wasa floor length gown with sequins around the plunging neckline. It was lowcut in back with a halter type top. Ken was so glad he had the cleavageto truly pull it off. His gown was tight across his. He had not made her cum yet, but it still felt good to feel his fingers around and inside of her. It felt so much better than her own fingers felt. The first time he slid a finger into her, she moaned and he stopped, afraid that he was hurting her. When she stopped kissing him long enough to tell him that it was a moan of pleasure, he went back to his new toy with enthusiasm.Barbara slowly regained her senses as the song ended, and realized that while one hand was still squeezing her breasts,. A chill ran over her body and instinctively she hugged herself.“I’m Mark,” he said holding out his hand.“Janet,” she said and was surprised to find him unabashedly staring at her breasts when she went to shake his hand. She turned away only to find herself staring at her own reflection in a foyer mirror. She’d forgotten that she had decided not to wear a bra because she didn’t want it rubbing against her in this heat. Now her pert C cup breasts were plastered to her T-shirt and the cool air.