Towards the time when I was expecting her to return, she called me to say that she’d had a lovely meal and that a few of the group were going onto a...club and would I mind if she went to. ‘No’ I said ‘That’s fine like I said enjoy yourself, how will you be getting home?’ ‘It’s OK I’ll be getting a lift, see you later’. With that, she was gone. I went to bed trying to envisage how her night would pan out. I must have drifted off as I was awoken by a car door closing. I looked at the clock and it. Well, Halle-fucking-lujah! Melanie thought. "Wow, no! Gosh, I completely forgot all about that, Peter. Sure. If you're asking then great, let's go," she said. "Okay," Peter said, "I'll call you." He turned and headed for his bus.She wanted me to ask, he thought. I think she did. Man, she's grown! And there's whoever-she-is checking out my ass and liking what she sees. Next thing you know I'm going to have to carry a stick to keep from drowning in women! * The idea occurred to Peter at. Six months ago we started having sex, and for a little while I loved it. But... John's dick is like, four inches WITH a boner." I tried to stifle a laugh. "He can't satisfy me anymore. Once in a while, he'll almost get me to climax, and I'm about to cum... but... well let's just say he finishs early..." She trailed off and started sobbing again. "Hey, listen..." I took a seat beside her on the sofa. "I understand that you really love John... but a realationship is fifty percent physical, and. "I could still ignore the implicit meaning and I chose to. "Kitten, you'll find a good man." I already have." Her lips touched mine and we kissed. I tried to be passive but it was just too much, too much to resist. I kissed her back. Becky took my hand and put it on her soft breast. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel her nipple standing up under the thin fabric of her blouse. Involuntarily, I told myself, my fingers tweaked her nipple. She moaned and pressed her tit harder against my.