I pressed my breasts against him and I knew that even through our clothes he could feel the heat coming from my body. Now he’s backed up against the...wall hands on his sides in expectation. He reaches out and grabs me. Pulling me closer he knows he has control. Kissing my neck, slightly biting my skin, tasting me, he too is now consumed with the lust and has let it take over. He wants more. He pushes me back to get a better view and reaches for my erect nipples. He knows they require attention. When I go out in public I usually don a blonde wig to conceal my brown hair and I wear dark sun glasses to hide my face. I even go through the trouble of hiding my figure. My sister thinks I’m nuts for trying to hide my 36DD breasts and my voluptuous ass in baggy clothes, but I hate the attention that I get when I’m recognized. Anyway I settled down in my aisle seat, pulled out my iPod and my magazine and tried to tune out everything and everyone around me. I just wanted to enjoy my own. There were quite a few couples who checked most of our boxes, but only a few checked them all. Rick and Lena checked them all. We were about the same age. We both had grown kids, we lived just far enough apart that we didn’t have to worry about 'crossover' into our personal lives, but not so far that it was a real effort to get together.When we first met, we chatted for an hour or so at the bar. That meeting had progressed to using Messenger to chat and send photos back and forth, then moving. " Do you like girls or boys?"Amy smiled at the innocent frankness, knowing it was a valid question and probably one Gail was asking himself."Girls. Women. I'm not gay in the sense that I am sexually interested in men. I am a lover of women and all things feminine." I think that's me as well." Very likely. But there's yet no need for you to be certain of that yet. There's plenty of time."Linda brought a white covered dish to the table and lifted the lid to reveal a steaming lasagne."Oh.