"Oh umm, yeah, not many people know it, cause I don't act it at all, but I kind of thought you were and when we spoke it was confirmed, sorry I asked ...y the way, it was stupid of me, you don't like me that way, I'm really sorry Ben" He texted back."No, it's not like that Zac, it's just ... I just got out of a relationship and I was pretty cut up about it, I just don't want to dive into anything to like serious, sorry" I texted back, feeling sorry that I made him think that."Ohhhhh, now I feel. I moved a hand toward her and inadvertently, or at least without premeditation, touched her blouse. I pulled my hand back. She stopped and stared. I made ​​a second attempt. The tips of my fingers landed around her waist, just a little below the navel. I was on fire. I stroked what was undoubtedly her flat stomach, longing to reach below her layers of clothes. She didn’t move. I was on the right track.My hand moved down, down but wandering without a compass. If her torso had been the. Lt felt so good, l started to moan in pleasure.''So what will it be? l am getting bored here'' he said clearly enjoying my distress and inner battle - to go somewhere l never been before or chicken out.''Fuck! Fuck it, l will do it!'' l said through gritted teeth, feeling too horny to stop now, feeling degraded, pushed, forced - it all made me lose my limits.''Then do it quickly, cunt, next time l will make you beg for it!'' he said in his arrogance, making me feel like l want to choke him. Greg was forty-five, still in the same physical shape as when Ashlee married him. His tall physique, his muscular arms and flawless long body still appealed to her, if not more. His full head of dark hair only had sprigs of gray running through it and Ashlee loved how it made him look distinguished. She knew it was always said that men who were graying always looked distinguished, and it was definitely true in Greg’s case. He was as dapper as he had been when she first met him.Ashlee, however,.