“I don’t either. But there was always something about that woman."That very same evening, as soon as she’d returned home, Michelle had begun inv...stigating. She’d been on the main social network sites, found Chloe, and in no time at all, she’d found the boyfriend too. His name was Scott. He and Chloe had exchanged various public messages, though there was no sign of anything untoward. The guy called her “babe” frequently, was clearly a bit rough. His pictures suggested a wiry masculinity,. I am not fat, but I do have some love handles. My love handles have been there for as long as I can remember. I wish I could adequately describe the way his hands were making me feel. Wonderful? Magical? Delirious? Perhaps delirious would describe it best. My nerve endings were firing on all cylinders. Each inch of skin he touched responded with sensations of burning fire. I could feel my body starting to sweat. The combination of the warm room, my excitement and his large, warm hands on my. Mind you, just as good off of him! He leaned forward and we both fell onto his bed. He pulled away from the kiss and began to take off my trousers. I just opened myself up and let him. I helped by using my feet to kick them off as I lay there in my psychedelic coloured stripy quite tight boxer shorts. Then then took off my socks and moved up towards my T-Shirt, throwing it off the bed. Meanwhile, he also took his socks off. He then started to kiss and bite my neck a little as we swapped roles.. He could sense I needed support so he twisted me round and led me on the bed, but then went straight back to what he was doing. "Does that feel good? You're very wet." I moaned and quietly said, "Yes, it feels so good." I then felt his finger stop at the opening of my pussy and he looked up at me as he slid his finger slowly and deeply inside me. I gasped loudly and my back arched at this new feeling that was happening. "You're very tight, hun. It’s very good, I can't wait to put my cock in.