"I have never figured that out either." Turning to her husband she asked, "Do you understand why?"The problem with this conversation was the two femal...s were completely serious. Neither of them understood how they affected the male half of the species. He looked from the firm breasts and hard nipples of his daughter to the firm breasts and hard nipples of his wife."Ah, well... ," Dick started when Jack walked into the room. "Saved by the bell," he thought to himself."Understand what," Jack. Abigail was a little uncomfortable with the manner in which he had looked at her, but all she had to get was some creamer and detergent, and she was done. She feared that he may have ulterior motives, such as casually touching her in a desolate isle or worse yet, waiting for her in the parking lot. As she round the coffee isle towards the dairy section, there he was again, almost like he was waiting for her. The creamer and detergent were just past where he was standing, so she walked past him. The movement shocked Cinder to the core. Her eyes widened and she tensed – and when Lata, when Markova, drew back with her blond hair coming slightly loose from her increasingly frayed ponytail, Cinder squeaked: “Just because I’m a t’row doesn’t-”Lata looked at her, bemused. “What does you being a t’row have anything to do with it?” She asked, her voice filled with that infuriating blunt confidence that had been her mode since Cinder had been plucked off the wild steppes and into the belly of. His fingers were on the zip of my dress and it fell down to my ankles in seconds. It was like my fingers couldn’t work quick enough as I peeled his t-shirt off. It was chilly in the hall but neither of us seemed to care. I pressed myself close to him and kissed him like my life depended on it, closing my eyes, taking in every sensation, the heat of his skin, the smell of his aftershave, the texture of his lips. I unhooked his flies and slipped my hand inside of his boxer shorts. He was hard.