He is good looking, fit and has (unless he is padding out) has a very big dick. He catches me looking at him and smirks. He knows I’m interested now... so much for my cool as a cucumber exterior. I don’t care anymore, feeling my panties dampen at the very thought of sucking and fucking that cock. I decide to stop playing it cool and as my sexy man pays for his ticket I manage to pop another button on my tight blouse. My tits are now virtually hanging out, all on show for him. I cross my legs,. She liked how messy his hair was, an unruly mop of dark brown hair.“Nature’s calling,” he said with a smile, bending to kiss her lips softly before rising.“You’re not much good as a cuddler!” she yelled at his disappearing back.“You’re not either. And you’re a quilt thief!” echoed back to her.Quilt thief? Really? No way! She wasn’t a cover hog.IN THE BATHROOM, I wondered if Sia had seen my partial erection. It was unavoidable once I understood where my hand was; covering the sweetest boob. " Still you remain married." I know it doesn't seem to make any sense. It's just that I -- well I've always been so opposed to divorce and..." Understandable and admirable. But things do seem to have stabilized with the two of you and I feel I need to make a fresh start, just as you did."Marsha winced to think how her new start had failed to make any real difference and then Trent's taking her by force only a week and a half ago. Inside she was miserable. A husband who was largely indifferent. The runs keep coming in, the radio keeps talking and the miles add up. For a few short minutes, you get a chance to check your email. The clock on the computer reads six-forty five, and seems to go backwards. You scroll down the email list and notice an email from an old co-worker. You open it up and read every word. You smile and squirm in your seat. It sends your mind into frenzy. You read it again and focus in on its content. Some parts almost make you blush. All.