I stood still just watching the way she carried herself. She looked so damn cute all the time.“Hey, is everything okay,” she asked.“Yeah everyth...ng is fine, I just wanted to see you.”“Aww that’s sweet of you,” she said sticking her tongue out.I leaned forward and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed back. I had missed these kisses and now savored every one. We slowly broke our kiss apart and I looked into her eyes.“Do you want to get out of here?”“Where to?”“My grandparents are. But no, not at all. To think of it was evil, and my better judgement was the only thing that had prevented me, on several occassions, from holding her down and fucking her. "But only for a moment..." I recalled her voice saying. She had thought of it before... but only in passing, like one of those random thoughts that come and go within a second -- those thoughts you have no control over; those thoughts you constantly deny you have. I, however, obsessed over the idea. Perhaps I was assuming. She had sold her body for a lot of things in the past few years but never for so little as an address.“Should we meet at your house?” Courtney wondered, already knowing the answer. Guys like Stevens never wanted to meet at their house. It would cause a lot of questions from the wife.“I can’t cook,” Stevens said. “I know a nice restaurant a few miles out of town. There is nothing even remotely appropriate in town. If you’ll tell me where you’re staying, I can pick you up.”“I’m in a hotel right. Most of Catherine's breasts were exposed. This time, she didn’t bother pull the robe closed. She left it open inviting Michael's gaze and his hands. Michael brought his hands up, cupped each breast, and squeezed. Her nipples hardened as Michael ever so gently rolled and squeezed them between his thumb and forefinger. Catherine turned slightly, and Michael cradled her in his lap and left arm. Over the next hour or so, Michael and Catherine kissed and petted. He paid extended and particular.