" Do you miss...touching? Kissing?"Another shrug, this time with no answer at all. You stare at the screen, and I stare at you. I lean down and kiss y...u softly on the cheek, making you turn your head to look at me."Why did you do that?" you ask, and I shrug, looking at the movie. There's another few minutes of silence, and you turn and kiss me on the lips, hesitant. I sit up on the bed, and look at you."Why did you do that?" I say, smiling softly, a hint of humor in my voice. You blush, a look. But not so anyone would notice." You don't wear much jewelry, either. Just that chain now and then." Jewelry isn't practical," she replied.I ran my hand along her arm. "You have sexy arms, Cindy. I love the shapes of your deltoids." I guess they're okay..." I like your hands..." I hate them," she replied. "They're too big. Look..." She guided my left hand onto the mattress and laid hers atop it. "My hand is almost as big as yours. I have a man's hands. And, my fingers are thick and awkward. One. Meghan is 26, brown hair with a very, very, very nice set of breasts. As she exited her car and was about to lock her door, she was grabbed from behind. She felt a gun pointed at her head."If you give me any trouble or yell, I will pull the trigger and splash your brains all over this parking lot," he grunted, as he pushed Meghan toward the exit door."Don't hurt me, I won't yell, just please let me go, I wouldn't tell anyone about this," she begged."Just shut up and move this way," pushing. The next time we chatted I made Amie aware of the party and she said she would love to come.The night of the party arrived and people stared showing up. I was upstairs in my office room when my wife brought Amie into my room. Amie was she had described in height and weight. She wore glasses, had dark hair and was fairly plain looking. She had good sized tits and was wearing a dress that fell below her knees. As we shook hands the doorbell rang and my wife went back downstairs to greet who was.