Me: Hi, Peter, it’s me Joanne. Peter: Hi Jo, Lovely weather. (3) Phew, he was in a good mood. Me: If you’re a duck. Peter: To what do I owe the pl...asure? Me: Peter, you know my play, Winners? Peter: Yes. Me: The one that made its debut on the Unity Theatre last September? Peter: Yes. Me: The one I spent months agonising over? Peter: For the third time, yes. Me: Do you have a copy? Peter: Yes, Why? Don’t you? Okay, we have to hold it there a minute while he laughs at his own joke. What can I. His body being so near to me, feeling his hard chest pressed into my breasts, made me want to kiss him. I slowly started caressing his chest, moving them down his hard front, dragging my nails back up finding the stubble on his face. His lips pressed into mine, the kiss changing. It was hot and wet, his tongue found mine, caressing mine with his, leaving me again short for breath. He was in control of the kiss, the movements he made, precise, knowing what I liked, what I wanted, kissing me. By some act of providence, when I told my parents about Trent (leaving out some of the more lascivious details) they agreed to let me fly over and spend 10 days with my baby and his family! That was the absolute best moment of my life… well, for then anyway. So I made the 9 hour or so two-stop flight to Tulsa International Airport. There, waiting for me at the gate in Tulsa, was Trent and his parents… don’t get me wrong, Trent’s pictures online were smoking hot, but in person, he was fucking. ”Now it was my time to blush.Randy shifted in his seat. I quickly glanced at the bulge that started to form in his shorts. I ran my hands over the outlines of my boobs. My nipples were standing on end.“Show him your tits,” Greg prompted.Without hesitating, I peeled out of my t-shirt, to show off my all-natural boobs. I covered each breast with a hand and then I lightly teased my nipples between a thumb and my forefinger, pulling on each one as I bit down on my lower lip.“Nice,” Randy replied..