His hand was still holding her jean clad leg to his hip. He could feel the tensionand heat in her body everything from the thigh he was holding to the...stomach and chest he was leaned against. Both of their breaths were uneven and slightly ragged. He leaned his forehead onto her shoulder as he slowly released her leg fully expecting to get the kick he had stopped. He started to move away as her hands moved across his chest thinking that she wanted him to back off. He was surprised when they. Finally the magazines began to show up on the touch panel screen abovehis seat. The program was subscribed to online gossip and women'smagazines, and Phil could select from them and read from them as thoughusing a tablet. Phil couldn't remember if this meant that a week hadpassed, or if it was more. To him it felt like a month of incredible,draining boredom, singing along to childish lyrics about love. He didn'twant to read them, but felt drawn to them just to give him something tothink. He could see the curves plain as day and sometimes had a hard time not imagining how it would feel to slide his hands along them. As the days passed and they began to open up to each other, sometimes actually arriving early so that they could sit and have a cup of coffee before each heading off to work, David learned more about Kate. And the more he learned, the more he wanted to know. They didn’t talk very much about their personal lives. During one of their conversations the second week. You let the now wet neck of the bottle slide out of your mouth and down between your pert, heaving breasts. Gently sliding the bottle further, you let the rim rest on your throbbing clit. I sneak in through the patio door, you still know I'm there but continue to ignore me. I come up behind you and cup a firm breast in each hand, placing nibbles and kisses on your neck. Your fingers give way to the bottle as it slides in with little effort. Gently at first, then with more power, you push the.