Reach up further to run my hands up your back to your shoulders. Close my eyes. Kiss you."What?" you ask. I've been staring again haven't I. Damn my b...ain! I blame you, you're teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh!Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it's an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly. The woman who was Sarah.She saw herself.Warmth flowed from her loins to a secret place in her mind. The warmth said it was time. Time for pleasure and time for release.Her hands moved to her breasts and softly touched the two firm globes. The fully erect nipples rose to touch her hands. She felt their hardness as her palms bushed over her tits. Her fingers squeezed and pulled the rigid landmarks and she watched their enjoyment in the pink circles they called their homes.Sarah loved her body and. The Hombres could have everything else.Saturday the Hombres showed up at noon and I went over what I had with them. They loved Conway’s ‘Last Date’ and the Freddy Fender songs I gave them. I figured that since Freddy was a fellow Tejano, (Spanish for Texan) he’d appreciate them singing his ‘Vaya Con Dios My Darling’ and ‘Before the Next Tear Drop Falls’.So anyway, after I tried out my two songs with them, they shuffled me off to the side and excitedly went through their new material. I was. She did mention to her boyfriend staying at my place andhe was invited to join her only after she got there and Iwas gone. Maybe I would get a little sex on cam. The onlyother ‘very’ interesting thing in the file was some ofthe sites she visited, mostly erotic story sites. Iwondered what type of stories turned her on. I followedsome of the links to the stories and couldn’t believewhat I found. Each and every story was aboutnonconsensual sex, rape stories. My heart raced. No.