She responded, gently at first, then with more passion. I could feel myself getting hard, but nothing more than a passionate kiss took place.“I love...you,” she said when we stopped.“I love you too,” I answered, wondering what the hell I was saying and doing. I was living with someone else, for crying out loud.Grace and I talked for maybe 15 minutes, during which time it became clear that she thought we were back together. I didn’t say anything to correct her because the truth was that I loved. ....During a quick break in the music Jean tapped me on the shoulder and said this was the first time he had come to this club. More conversation but I didn't hear them. Now it was my turn to get the drinks. I took my time getting them and when I sat them on the table his hand was even further up her thigh. I figured if she let him keep getting closer to her waist line I would let the card fall. The music was blaring again, Jean tapped me again and leaned way in close and said "He was curious. " But not last night?" What now?" I asked her.Her hand reached out and cupped my balls, a finger ran along my shaft and suddenly I was hard."Oh!" She exclaimed, "You are eager,"I slid my hand between her thighs, and parted her lower lips, "So are you."We took our time, getting to know each other.I was kissing her nose, locked together my penis deep in side her, rocking dreamily."You have a son." she said."Wha" I exclaimed as I lost what control I had and I shot my load in her again."That night,. She makes an effort to keep her breasts in plain view for me and at times seems to glance down to make sure they are visible. One time at the gas station, I tossed her credit card back to her making a special effort to drop it on her cleavage, but lost the nerve to ask if she wanted me to get it. Still, after a long day getting more supplies, I jokingly asked for a good night hug and she obliged. I kissed her on the back of the neck and there was no resistance. Just last night, I was helping.