I would never act on it, I had known Jack since high school and would never do that to him. Missy and I hung out a lot though, even grabbing breakfast...the morning after parties, hell most of the time it was me picking her up to bring her to the party. Her and Jack broke up when she moved back home and eventually we lost touch. This was back before text messaging and cell phones. One day out of the blue, about 7 or 8 years later, I get a message from a number I don't know, "Is this Ken?" so I. " This man she found so repulsive was kissing her shoulders, her neck and her face, his long lean fingers twisted and tweaked at her nipples until she thought he was trying to get them off her tits; and yet despite the pain his fingers caused her, her nipples felt they were reaching out with tentacles, drawing the entire breast up and outwards with them, and making the whole breast feel alive and throbby and tingling with the same lustfulness that she had in her cunt. She found she was stroking. . forever!A bar typically has glasses that are clinking all the time. You just can’t stop that, but her singing had. Nobody had a drink in their hands. She had them in hers as she sang this best song ever written by Claude-Michael Schoenberg and Herbert Kretzmer, in my humble opinion.I stopped playing for her to end it by herself...I had a dream mylife would beSo different fromthis hell I’m livingSo different nowfrom what it seemedNow life has killedthe dream — I dreamed.{br}Every single. Then I told her about my financial problem and we talked for some time.Then I put my hands on her thighs and started rubbing while talking to her. She caught my hand and said you are not able to wait or you are in a hurry to go? I told her that she was beautiful and I don’t know whatever I am doing it’s happening naturally.She laughed and after few minutes we both stopped talking and started looking into each other eyes. Our breaths became heavier. I went near her lips and kissed her on lips..