Wow....She comes over still in the yoga pants but now has on a tight fitting blouse showing off her huge DDs..She actually lives 4 houses down from me... She couldnt believe it and neither could I. I open a bottle of wine and put the movie in. She gets comfortable and we started talking about ourselves. I compliment her on her body and she starts to tell me about her breast and I ask could I feel them and she takes off her top and I start to massage them and then we start to kiss. This is. Fuck, look at that one. That is the right ass for that suit.I look over at Rebecca and grimace, wondering if they realize how loud their talking, but she’s laughing a little as she grins back at me. I roll my eyes behind my shades. One of them glances over and looks at my ballcap.You from there, he asks, pointing at my forehead.Grew up there.That’s where my friend here is from. He’s pointing back at the guy organizing pillows on their bed, a guy about my age, balding, chubby, black eyeglasses.. I sat there a moment and had to think. Promotion?? That would be good. Maybe he is just saying that in order to get in my pants again. I thought about the last time. It did feel good but I shouldn’t, I couldn’t. What if he gets mad at me? Oh, what should I do? Go to his room, a room with a bed. All these thoughts went through my mind. What would happen? What would he want to do to me? The only reason he got my panties off were because I lost control (I had a habit of blaming myself for. A lot of what I had planned was going to be new for me too. I had once had a part time master/slave relationship with a woman. We had lived together for two years and our relationship had developed quickly to the point where we had experienced some of the things that I had in mind for Inga. But we had just played around the edges. Some of Inga's fantasies went well beyond what I had experienced. I had similar fantasies though and I had written about many of them in my stories. I had every.