But no, it was definitely bigger, firmer, warmer. And the crowd was so tight around us that he couldn't have moved away from me if he'd wanted to. I w...ndered what was going through his mind? It's easy to think that oncethe blood starts its pumping, a guy loses all sense of decorum and shame, and just lets his lust take control. But on a second date with a girl who he'd never even kissed before? Hmmm... well, maybe there was something I could do about that. With a hand on his shoulder to help. This story start like most of mine. I started chatting with this lady on one of the well known hookup sites. I had been online for a few weeks without much success until I started chatting with Jeanie. I sent her an initial email and then started chatting through messenger with her. Jeanie is about 5’3 and about 150 pounds. She’s your typical grandma shape, nice, soft and plump. Now Jeanies age may shock some of you, she’s 70 years old! She’s still married but husband is. We then started exchanging rubs each day after my Dad left for work. She normally wore a bath robe around the house and during her rubs. I started pretty professionally, keeping my hands on her back or legs without getting near her crotch but each day I got a little braver and would inch my hands a little higher. I'm sure she knew this but she never protested. It got to the point that my hand would lightly rub her panties. I never got brave enough to just move my hand to her pussy.One day. I thought about Bruce. Not bloody likely at all. My cheap, shabby apartment: I pulled some leftovers from the small fridge while Heather read over the titles of my textbooks and sci-fi novels. I put a foil-covered plate on the tiny table. Heather asked what it was. I hesitated. "Er... it's brownies. ELECTRIC brownies. You may not want to eat... ahh... okay." She had already tossed one into her mouth. "Electric? Like, there's weed in them?" I nodded. "Super! I smoked it once, and it was all.