“It’s not what you think – I want to see your tits. Your jugs. Your breasts…” he said, and nuzzled his face into my chest and groaned. “I ...on’t touch them, but I want you to touch them for me.” “Okay,” I said, and he pulled his face from my chest. I slid to the floor and faced him, then pulled off my tanktop and threw it on the sofa. I was about to unhook my pink lace bra when he leaned over and grabbed my arm gently.“Hold on,” he said, and stood up. He struggled with his fly with trembling. I even found a couple of bottles in the pockets of his golf bag — he hadn't been golfing for years.I pleaded with him to get help. I cried; I cajoled — even threatened. He was never mean or anything. Sometimes I wished he were so I could just throw him out. This dragged on for a long time... until that night about a year ago. He'd been gone for several days but by then I knew which bars he would haunt.I didn't see him but remembered once when I was looking for him.He was parked behind a bar,. Soon I was beyond stopping. I again grabbed her waist, pulled her down hard three times and then held her down tight to my crotch as I pushed up hard and flooded her tight cunt with my cream. I came hard, making lots of noise as I did. Jane's eyes closed as she focused on this new sensation. I glanced at the other two, and they were riveted to the sight, eyes wide. Ling's hand was still on Julie's tit, but I don't think either of them realized it was there.Grdually, I relaxed my hold on Jane's. By this time I had made my mind that this is the best opportunity to have pleasure of real sex. I accepted his offer, he told me that at 10 pm he would come down my building to pick me up. I reached home and get a cool shower, wear nice dress and spray my body with a good perfume. I was anxiously watching the clock which was moving very slowly. At last my door bell rang and I rushed to open the door. There he was with a cunning smile on his face. I left with him in his car and it was around.