..... AT LAST!” For a moment he thought she was going to cry but instead she reached up and though her eyes brimmed with tears she simply touched hi... face and whispered, “YES! YES! It IS my darling, HANDSOME home at last!!”, Her welcoming words, every syllable overflowing with happiness, died away as her son hugged her more enthusiastically than he had intended and she croaked, “Darling, darling! Don’t squeeze your poor old mother to death!” John stuttered an apology and started to release her. It seemed lifeless, cold, withdrawn, as if sex were a part of her past only.She did become mildly interested in a new face at work, a beautiful, tall, slender black woman with long hair falling around her shoulders, so unusual in a black. Her name was Yvette Farmer, and she wore business suits with white sneakers, a trait Laura found sublimely cute and fetching. But Yvette was married, and had a small child. She was gorgeous, but very reserved and aloof.And anyway, the last thing Laura was. But the coldest thing of all was her shoulders and her completely threadbare chest.She was now completely naked from the waist up, her orange-red skin and pearly white nipples exposed to the already freezing air.They were perked and now pressed against her equally exposed knees in an effort to keep warm. Ahsoka knew it was a losing battle. Tattoine nights were unbelievably cold, and the window here led right outside.There was no protection, and precious little to warm herself with.Luckily, no. She was a gorgeous woman in her late 40s with a beautiful sexy slim body. She had bobbed auburn hair, brown eyes, small delicious breasts with nipples that rose to sharp points when aroused. Normally she was a very conservative and restrained person and gave that impression to all who met her. She always dressed very smartly and always in a dress or skirt and top. I had met her professionally and our relationship had become sexual one evening when I kissed her as I was leaving. The kiss.