Sam hates my little compact so I knew he would change the tire rather than take my car. When he was ready to go he kissed me goodbye and left. I heard...the "Oh shit, fuck me!" all the way in the living room. It was fifteen minutes after the time he usually left before he was done changing the tire and as soon as I heard the trunk slam shut I told Mary, who was already on my cell phone, "Now" and disconnected. The phone rang just as Sam came through the door and I answered it, said sorry wrong. Mark must have told you…these are new.”She placed my hand on her tit.It was firm, yet was still squeezable. Their globe shape still pliable, yet recovered from each squeeze with amazing memory. My thoughts went from being almost clinical to curious, and then I brushed her nipple. It responded immediately…the nipple hardened, pointing out, as the very tip formed almost like a mushroom.“Hey…are you ready to go there?” her tone inquisitive.My hand still exploring, “go where?”“Are we having. ”I smiled at her request, she was so cute in the way she almost feared asking me. “Sure, my date had to cancel with me as well. You know if you show me where you get the bus, I can give you a ride in every day.”She blushed, saying, “I thought of that but the gossips would have stories, but thanks for the offer.”“Well, have it your way, my offer stands.”I showed her where to meet me after the show and we went in.At one point there was an intermission to get everyone out and talking about the. She began to rock her hips again and looking up at her lover. Grant had that construction-workers body that women drooled over. His dark brown eyes and his closely-cropped blonde hair and his snake-charmer smile would melt even the coldest heart. Brandy thought herself lucky to have such a man.Grant dipped his finger into his chilled wine and dribbled it onto her nipple.Their apartment television glowed with video of a burning yule log and a collection of Christmas tunes played in the.