.. no ... but..."I cut him off quickly, "There's nothing intended here. You're coming over for dinner ... and we will TALK!" I made sure that I emphas...zed the word "talk"."Susan, I'd love to have dinner at your home." As we stood next to my car, we arranged for him to come over the next evening and I game him my address. Just as I opened my car door, AC asked me, "May I have a hug?" I wondered if it was really such a good idea, but once I felt his arms around me, it felt so nice it really. I came. I physically shook. I unwittingly shrieked, and felt a trickle of something warm run down the inside of my thigh. He pushed me forward so that my bare breasts now lay on top of the wall. Saying that he pushed makes it sound violent, but it wasn't; it was actually very gentle. It was clear what he wanted of me, and I was more than willing to oblige. The feel of cold rough stone against my naked breasts was exquisite. I pressed down and arched my back, aching for whatever was to happen.. The longer it takes them to surrender to me, the larger the eventual erotical and sexual satisfaction. https://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/7482925/131482691Alessandra sits down with me for a cold drink during the 'Indian Summer' in the first weeks after her school starts, early September, about a dozen years ago. I quickly notice, she is smart indeed, as she is autistic. She rarely looks into my face during our talks. Her eyes dwell often in the same direction as mine do sometimes, for the nice. We'd go shopping, see movies, go to strip clubs, drink and occasionally pop ecstasy pills. Sometimes we would be too wasted to drive home so we would get hotel rooms. Nothing happened... In the beginning. Then it all changed. One night we went to the strip club. We were both drunk and high. Sometimes he would walk past me and slightly touch my ass. I pretended I didn't feel it, but in actuality it turned me on. When the club went out we got a room nearby. As soon as we got there he left to get.