She was clinging to me, and she was pressing herself to me as much as she could.“Every time that I sat down, she molded herself to me. I won’t lie... Amber, her body felt good pressed to me, but that wasn’t what I wanted. All I could think about was how much I wanted you and how much I loved you. Yes, CC is attractive. Yes, I would have wanted to date her if we had never gotten together, but that doesn’t mean anything now. So I was paranoid. Every second I spent trying to comfort her, I felt that. I sat up and looked aroundnervously to make sure no one was around, Like I was about to stealsomething, then I opened up the front of my robe and reached in with myright hand and touched my left breast.Holy shit, they were real. I know, I really should not of expected themnot be but until I touched them I was still hoping they wouldn't be. Theywere warm and soft, even thru the thin bra I was wearing and very, veryreal. It felt weird touching them, cupping my left breast in my smallhand and. I told her that she might have to be a little more direct the next night. On Saturday, I was watching our kids. After putting them to bed for the night, I waited up for her. At the usual time, she arrived home. But another car pulled in after her!She came in and told me she was dropping her car off, and that Ted was waiting outside for her. I kissed her, and let her out the door. What happened with them is the story that follows:After she came home, I asked her for the details. So here. That was the end of my adventure, for I never had her again, and she soon left the neighborhood. It was her own little child that was with her.Though I have (as I shall in other cases) told all I had to do with her consecutively, yet between the time when she was in our house and the time of meeting her at the barn, three or four years must have elapsed; and didn’t we talk baudy in the barn before I got into her. That may have warmed her up, yet I believe she wanted me, as soon as she found.