Then you're in my arms, those wet scorching lips are devouring my mouth, breathing heavily already. I run my hand up your back, pressing you tight aga...nst me, tongues wrestling playfully.... Your t-shirt is old, faded from many washings, worn thin from years of use and it clings to your curves as if it fully appreciates the privilege. I can feel that there's nothing beneath it but you, and the realization pours through me in a rush. I grow hard and thick beneath my cut-offs; pressed as tightly. "He reached down and placed his hand under one of my breasts as if he was feeling the weight of my c plus sized bosom. He caressed it for a moment or two and I gave a little moan."Lean forward, he told me so that you are on all fours."Again I did as I was told and he stood behind me and I knew he was staring at my bottom. I felt his hand caressing my buttocks and again I gave a little involuntary moan. He used his foot to spread my legs a little wider and I complied. He slid his hand between my. “Mort said you’ve came in early for breakfast.”“Yes, yes, I did,” I said.“I thought that this was your weekend with the kid,” she said.“It was supposed to be, but she didn’t show—again,” I said.“I see,” she said. “Did she call?”“No, not yet. She usually does if she’s not going to come, but this time nada so far,” I said.“Hmm, and let me guess, you’re peeved,” she said.“No, no, I’m long passed the being peeved stage. I’m kinda just going with the flow, as someone recently advised me to do,” I. ( I’m planting a seed in her brain that it is safe. To interact with me, this is the main reason why a married girl may not open up)Tam- I have no doubts that that`s the way you are.Me- whats your opinion on guys who keep messaging on Facebook.Tam- I hate such men. It sticks my stomach.Me – lolTam- I just call them dogs.Me- at least we are on the same page, but I will call them dirty dogs.Tam- low downMe- ever dated a guy who chatted after hooking up with you?Tam- yesMe- I feel you. This was.