If he could see through the dress he would’ve been afforded a great sight of my cleavage at that moment. He continued sliding his hands around, rubb...ng my breasts and pushing them around as if he’d never touched a boob before (which I was guessing he had not).After letting him fondle me for a couple minutes, I needed more and made the obvious conclusion that he wasn’t going to do it on his own, I spoke again. “You can unbutton my dress.”John’s eyes immediately slid up to the top button on my. .. I kind of had a thing for... John." Really? Huh? That does surprise me a little, but, now that I thinkabout it... it shouldn't. I can see it. Did you ever tell him?"He scoffed. "No. Of course, not. I mean... I'm not really, a hundredpercent, sure of where I fall on the sexuality scale, but John's theonly guy I ever felt that way about. Usually, I'm attracted to girls,but... well, John definitely pushed some buttons for me and when hebecame Bianca... he was kind of my perfect partner for a. His desire to meet me was prominent. I was waiting for the time to come and the time came. I took a cab and reached the destination. He was waiting there to receive me.He had already arranged the hotel. It was a dream coming true moment for me when I met him. He was just the same. Tall, well-built body but he was darker than the previous meeting.I was walking with him and thinking about my impatience inside the cab. We shared a coke and made our way towards the hotel. It was actually a lodge. A pretty girl in a fancy gown wearing ajogging jacket and dirty sneakers; I really didn't care, all I wantedto do was get the hell out of there before Jarrod decided to come back.There was a car, which I assumed to be Jarrod's, parked a few spacesfrom my compact car. I threw my duffle bag in the back seat and climbedinto the front seat.You girls out there will appreciate this; all of a sudden the frontseat was way too small for my skirt. It almost filled the front seatand I couldn't see the.