We'd never been intimate, although, he's made it clear to me--repeatedly--over the years, that he'd like nothing better than to make love to me, frequ...ntly and passionately. It isn't that I find him unattractive. He's married, and I've never been a home wrecker. I've always found inoffensive ways to sidestep both his flirtatious invitations and his more salacious proposals. Nevertheless, we have become close friends--close enough, indeed, for me to have confided my little secret to him, a. Would he? Could he? Had he? Who with? Oh God what if he had? What should she do? She miserably drank a glass of chilled white wine, another, another. Cleared the table – threw away her carefully prepared sauce, sat, sobbed. Fell asleep on her couch. Carol woke at midnight stiff and cramped and went to her lonely bed. He was not yet home. She slipped out of her clothes and examined herself in the chevalier mirror. Her figure was trim, lean, toned from her exercise regime. Her breasts? Well. As I stood there, dripping sweat, my chest heaving, I was not embarrassed, but I felt very conspicuous and self-aware. I felt like there was a giant arrow pointed to my cock and balls saying ?look at me!?But, instead of being embarrassed to be seen by her, her manner made me almost proud. Everything about her demeanor made me feel like in her eyes, I was exactly where I should be, dressed completely like she would expect me to be.She coolly strode up to us and smiled up at Steve in the. Each nipple was almost as long as my little finger. Vijay was trying unsuccessfully to grab one boob in each of his palm. He would hold both boobs in a firm grip and try to lift them up. First he would seem to succeed, then the smooth tits would just slither out of his hand.He then ran the flat of his palms all over the boobs greedily and kneaded them, first gently and then, as his passion grew, a little roughly. He took the nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pulled them up.