Feel wanted for the right reasons not only to be another peice of ass I said I've never seen you as a sex object I see you as a women that needs to...feel wanted to be loved to be held and I wanna be that guy to do that I do Iv spilled my guts to you you haven't run and I wanna know will you go out with me. by this time were walking over a small bridge when I said that she. stops she turns to me and said there's not a doubt in my mind that says no after that I. I think during that time I eventually realized that she had become a very attractive woman. She had an athletic figure, small pesky breasts – just the right hand full. Also firm legs, small hips and a flat, but heart shaped ass. Her smile and looks also could turn my legs into rubber, but she also had the wits, smarts and loose mouth to quickly ground any ambitions one might had. Often when she cried on my shoulder I and when I was holding her close, stroking her hair and shoulder I couldn't. But she was very beautiful. She had very beautiful breasts, that your hand can fully grape them. She had a boyfriend. But their relation lately was not very good. They had some fights over silly things. He was not giving her so much attention anymore. He had a heavy duty schedule due to his job.Both have decided that they don't want children, they like to live their lives without such responsibilities. So, when they met, they were the perfect match in that topic. They both thought that so many. “N-No,” she said, “we were able to get together about once a month for about 12 years until his death, eight years ago.”“Twelve years!” I nearly exploded, “you were fucking that asshole for twelve fucking years?”“No, Jon, it wasn’t like that at all,” she cried.“No? Then why don’t you tell me what it was like? You seem to think that what you did was all sweetness and light, a beautiful thing, right?”“It was!” she cried.“Then why did you hide it from me? Because you knew it was wrong!” I.