No, I wish I could kiss him. Oh…oh Lord, I wish we could kiss one another she told herself. A burning sensation suddenly ran through her once she th...ught that idea. Her cheeks were as red as they could possibly be. He stared at her face, especially her eyes, cheeks, and then her lips. She stared back at him wishing he’d kiss her on her lips. All of a sudden she felt herself leaning forward. All of a sudden she felt herself as she leaned in and she kissed her neighbors son on his lips. And. When he did not answer, she walked back towards him, her heels a little wobbly on the carpet, and tried again. “Brian, laundry?”“Yes, yes, of course” she heard him call back, and she reversed course, going into his bedroom to collect any remaining items, and checking the bathroom for used washrags and towels. Satisfied she had everything, she returned to the small anteroom that had his laundry, the click of her heels loud on the tile, and quickly got things sorted the first load (darker. ”“Did you get dressed before you dialed?”“No.”Hands on her hips, Barb surmised, “You were talking to me naked, Honey?”Disquieted, I spent way too much time shoving my phone in my pocket. “I was wearing a hair bonnet. And a pajama shirt. It was open.”“No bra?”“Nope. Breasts were on display. Albeit, for no one, except me.”“I bet you have great nipples, Honey.”“I know you have great nipples, Barb.” What was I saying?Her fingers traveled to the front of her top, which was distended by her chestal. I finished the first arm and moved my stool around to the other side of the treatment chair and began working on Mrs. Huggins’ other arm. Again she grasped one of my arms as I worked the lotion into her forearm. This time, she massaged back, squeezing and rubbing my arm gently as I rubbed hers. This was new behavior, and lewd thoughts leapt to my mind. I finished the arm massage, and turned my attention to her feet, hoping that my stirring penis was not obvious. To be honest, I don’t remember.