Same screen name.Exakta66: Same pictures I am sure.ClassyLady: I thought you were in a relationship?Exakta66: No, not really. Was with a girl for seve... years but she died in 2006.ClassyLady: Yes, you said.Exakta66: Have not been in what I would call a serious relationship since.Exakta66: You in a relationship? Don't recall you saying.ClassyLady: Yes. I am in a committed relationship.Exakta66: Good for you.Exakta66: I would say most people I have met on here are married, but not all.ClassyLady:. We walked inside, arm in arm, and her head resting on my shoulder. I left my bags in the car, figuring I could grab them later. I stopped as we passed my room, but Amber pulled me onward, towards her bedroom. As I entered, she told me to lock the door. "I have an apology to make, and I think you do too." She started removing her clothes, and I stepped up to her to help.As her shirt puddled on the floor, our lips met in hunger. My arms wrapped around her distended torso, touching her smooth back. I twisted my body enough for me to reach with my left hand, and gently cup her breast. I could feel her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top pressing against the palm of my hand as I squeezed gently against her firm breast. We continued to feel each others bodies until she stood up, and removed her top exposing her breasts for me. They were magnificent, firm, and enticing. Her nipples were hard, small, and pink. She pulled my head into her left breast and whispered, “Please. A twitch and roll of her hips, perhaps. Her dress was modest, at least by pub standards, although he’d noticed she made adjustments later in the evening when she was serving. Adjustments that displayed her charms to advantage. Her breasts were not large ones but they appeared firm and high. He hadn’t yet had the opportunity to get close enough to smell her but he knew somehow she would smell sweet.She laughed easily, that was a good sign. Most nights he was in the pub she’d left toward the end.