She was wearing slightly loose jeans which weren’t meant to be like that, but just didn’t hug her in the right places. On top she had what used to...be called a blouse – a woman’s shirt – open one button more than was necessary for comfort, because if she had one saving grace it was her chest, that lifelong advantage that had seen her through the bad times with a bit of pride. And now that she was adrift with the rest of the post-divorce flotsam, her breasts at least boosted her as being worth. "How about now?" she asked. Again I nodded and she smiled coyly as her hand dropped lower, to my shorts and my rapidly growing bulge. "Now?" she cooed. I grinned and that was all she needed to know. Her hand began to rub my cock through my shorts and her head came up to kiss me aggressively, I responded, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, probing her. My hands came up and took her breasts, feeling the firmness of them wrapped in her sports bra. I tweaked her nipples and was rewarded with a. “You are always full of surprises!" A smile and a raised eyebrow went across her face. "Come here babe" I said as I rose and stood in the tub. She laughed as she looked down at me and couldn't see a thing because of the bubbles that clung me. Wait. Maybe she noticed the cockhead poking through though? She had to because I felt my body come to attention when she walked in. I smiled. She walked over to give me a kiss. "Turn around love", I said. "Huh?" she responded. "Turn around love" I. After a minute of standing in the house entrance in awkward silence, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.“Do you think I have all the time in the day to sit around and wait for you?” she asked.“I’m sorry-” I wanted to explain she doesn’t need to sit around and wait for me but she cut me off.“If you were sorry you wouldn’t be late.” she said calmly and patiently.“It’s only a few-” again, I wanted to explain it was only a few minutes but again she cut me off.“So if you’re only wasting some.