My door cracked open and she came in wearing a loose fitting button down shirt and skirt from church. All I could focus on was the outline of her brea...ts underneath it. She was already unbuttoning herself as she walked towards the bed."All ready for me, I see," She said, smiling. I nodded at her eagerly. She sat on the edge of the bed and bore her breast to me. I quickly laid across her lap, falling into her cradling arms and felt the bulbous softness of her large boob press against my face. My. "I'm Mandy," she said. "Well hi Mandy. I'm Joey," I said. She looked at me and giggled. "Aren't you old enough to be a mister somebody?" Mandy said. I laughed. "Nope. I don't use mister. That's for old people. And I'm not old," I said. She giggled again. "Well, you're older than me. So I should call you mister," Mandy said. I shook my head. "Not a good way to start off a friendship if you ask me," I said. "Who said we're gonna be friends?" Mandy replied. I was shocked. I guess I wasn't used to. My face arched forward as she pressed against me, not wanting to break off the kiss even if the world were to end right then.And then, like all good moments, the telephone chose that moment to intrude. What could have been a beautiful moment was shattered; we broke off. Irritated, I picked up the receiver."Senor," it was the Mexican, "The radio reports came in just now. The roads upstate have been closed off, a mudslide. Cops say will be closed for a couple of days -" Thanks," I cut in hastily,. No, I didn’t fuck him but I sure wanted to. We did get each other off like we used to though. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are always women out there that like being sluts. Is that how you handle your hornies? You’ve never said, just like you’ve never said how far you are from.