I'm really not."We were sitting outside in our screened lanai on a hot, summer, Sunday afternoon. Linda lay in the lounge chair beside me nursing her ...econd iced tea. I pretended to be immersed in a new paperback, but couldn't take my eyes off her. Her pale skin didn't tan well, but on weekends she poured herself into these tiny little shorts, I was sure just to keep me horny.Sex on Sunday afternoons had become a ritual for us - for her, really. I'd watch while she pranced around in front of me. "For some reason cats don't seem to like me. They always put theirhackles up and rush away. It is a shame, as I am very fond of pussy."This last was said with a mischievous glance from under loweredeyelashes.Now that I could see her properly in the light, the woman was even morebeautiful than my first impression had gleaned. I took her to be in herlate twenties or early thirties, but it was difficult to be sure. Hercomplexion was flawless and her face showed no trace of any lines, butthere was. How many times had she fallen asleep crying because of her demise, Kerri asked? It was not so much the way she acted but the willingness she felt once her body rebelled against her impeccable past. Kerri was on a slippery slope attempting to keep the incriminating evidence from being revealed and her dilemma degenerated when more and more people joined the fray. Her actions at the college had been above reproach and now it seemed that Sky along with the other students controlled her fate.Yes,. After a few seconds he began stroking my bare stomach in small circles with his fingertips. This was causing a flood of excitement in my body. His thumb nudged the bottom of my breast. I stuttered as I tried to exhale. We began to kiss as he brought his hand over my breast. I moaned into his mouth. I broke our kiss. I was panting hard as I dug my face into his neck. His fingers were spread out covering my entire breast. He squeezed lightly and slowly closed his fingers; bring them together.