“What would you like to eat?” he asked. “Anything” I said and he ordered chicken and chips. While we waited Greg took Randle outside and feed ...im. The doorbell rang and I answered it. The delivery guy did a double take when he saw me in a bath robe. It was funny him staring at my body while trying to count the money. Poor guy, I bet he got hard like Greg. We sat down and had our meal. “Randle needs his walk so we can go now if you like or maybe later if you want to, you know” said Greg. He was. Lizzie stood there amazed, how could this man even though he has known most of her life read so much into one simple act and then I thought invaded her mind, how could she chastise him when he was correct and, with her not having a regular boyfriend she was feeling horny at this time and any sexual adventure did sound appealing. All those thoughts took literally seconds and then without saying another word she raised the edge of a T-shirt and pulled it off over her head before dropping it to. I would do anything for him when we were together, but eventually I left him because I was wanting a family and security with someone more mature. He knew I was married, but continued to text and call me occasionally, so one night during sex with my husband, I suggested that maybe he was a good guy to get me pregnant. My husband was concerned about our past feelings for each other, but I felt strongly that I was over that and it would just be a fun sexual experience. I was very wrong. My. His mouth worked hers aggressively, hard, and so good, feeling her hands in his hair, pulling it with her fists tightly in it, pulling his down, forcing his lips onto hers harder, harder. He felt his hands on her skin and knew he had to stop. Any further up, or down, and things were really going to get out of hand. His brain was overwhelmed with her mouth, her tongue, but he had to hold onto some form of control. He squeezed her sides. He could feel the warmth of her breasts just inches from.