She didn’t budge, but the bulge was right next to the laptop.I slowly started touching her right boob, she didn’t say anything. I slowly started r...bbing it, she started to let out short breaths. This went on for about 10 minutes.When I took my hand off her boob, she took my hand and kept it on her boob. What else do you need!? I kissed her on her cheek, and this woman turned her face toward me and started to smooch me. You guys need to know, that she was just like a wounded lioness, she was. I worked with beautiful pinks, reds, and flesh colors to bring her arousal to life and, all the while, I became a slave to my fantasy as I painted… ~~~Having been so lost in thought, I hadn't paid attention to time and now here I was, a flustered mess, not greeting my expected buyer but looking at the face of a woman I didn’t know.I blinked and then blurted, “Oh, hello. What can I do for you?”The woman smiled and proferred a hand. “Hello, I’m Marissa Paty… pleased to meet you.”I looked at her. " she said quietly."I know. And she was one of then. I was experimenting. It was something I wanted to try." You should have found someone who likes it." she said. "Some women do. Some women like it very much."She looked at me and held my gaze long enough for me to see that the fire was still there. It was down to a smolder, but it was still there."My husband never understood." she said. "He tried for a while, but he just couldn't understand. And since he died?" she shrugged.I got off of my. As I smoked I thought back to my own youth, my childhood and my parentsand remembered how as a young boy everything seemed full of excitementand wonder and life was one great adventure, then I thought about my lifenow, divorced living in rented accommodation and struggling to keep upthe payments to allow my ex wife to continue living in my old house.I don't blame my wife for divorcing me as I was never really at home andspent long days at the office trying to build up a healthy nest egg forour.