I took the opportunity to put my hands on her hips to hold her in place as I backed away. Turning to pick up the tray of rolls I put them on the bar. ...till massaging her breasts, Rose Ann demanded to know what the hell I was doing!"I'm going to eat." What? You just... You were... Touching me and... What the hell!" Please, Rose Ann. Did you really think your little performance art was going to cause me to toss you on the couch and ravish you? I give you 9 out of 10 for artistic interpretation. They all wanted to get their hands on her tits. Those things are like boy magnets, but they were destined to be mine. When we finally gave in to the tension that had been building between us for years and made love, there was no turning back. We'd both been struggling emotionally for years. I'd already made out with a few boys but found it unsatisfying, mostly because they were too rough, too quick and too selfish. I loved what Jill and I did.Jill, on the other hand, was a mystery. She'd been. Rob thought that it was a joke, but realized that this was no joke after I told him to go and dance with her.Rob then went up and grabbed my wife Mel from behind, looking over at me to see my reaction. I wanted to hit him when he grabbed her ass and started to grind up against her, but I wanted to see him bed her as well. When Mel realized that it wasn't me dancing with her, she quickly pushed Rob away and told him to fuck off. Rob came back up to me and told me that Mel wasn't interested in. .. and theycut right to the chase... even while you're innocently... casually...and nonchalantly... trying to answer their stupid fucking questions...when one of them... comes straight out... as it were... and simply asksyou... quite casually... and matter-of-factly... as though simply askingyou... something else... just as innocuous... if you like sports... orbasketball... or TV... if you've ever been fucked... "yew evuh beenfucked... by dudes... Mexican dudes?"... and you try and answer.