Not this day. I was in a complete fog.I had one constant mantra running through my head: Love or sex. Love or sex. Love or sex. I couldn't get it out ...f my mind. Because there was no longer any doubt in my mind about one thing-I was falling in love with him as surely as he was with me. And him loving me was as good as it gets. He made me feel like a fucking princess.So, Maggie the Princess or Maggie the Fuck Bunny? Shit, some guys I'd done had barely known my name. I was just an available. The other two doors opened and Sam got out and some Other Guy. Both of them were carrying bags dinner it must have been. i went and opened the door for Them my questioning look on my face made Tish smile“Did you have a good afternoon cukie?Tish kissed my cheek and squeezed my hardening cock and walked by Sam walked up smiled as She walked by said“Did you like those pics We sent?”The Guy just smiled and walked by.I closed the door and followed Sam and the Guy walked into the kitchen and put the. For some stupid reason she said she was not being able to do it. I did and she looked at me in such a way to say thank you that it got me hard. Few other incidents i remember, she used to caress my feet under the table when we had dinner together and she would always wear skimpy clothes when I was at hers. Seeing me she would always bend to pick up something that she indeed let down on purpose letting me watch that cleavage of hers.Seriously speaking, i never would take it into consideration.. "Greg laughed. "I can't remember," he said, "the last time I saw a bag lady wearing Armani jeans and carrying a Gucci purse." Don't laugh, Uncle Greg. I really do need a hair cut. And highlights." All right," Greg said, "I know I'll regret it." Oh thank you so much," she said. "I hate to ask, but could you give me a lift?" Jesus," Greg thought, "What's next? Lunch at Tasting Rooms? Or isn't that expensive enough?" Aloud, he said, "When?" Tomorrow afternoon. My hair appointment is at two.