No time like the present, so I opened the fridge, grabbed a Corona and plopped down into my recliner. We looked each other directly in the eyes. I cou...d see tears starting to well up.I put my right hand up, palm out, making a stopping motion. She looked distressed and sat up a little straighter, but didn’t start crying.“Please don’t,” I started. “You know I hate when you do that ‘poor me’ crying shit, and in this case, if there’s anyone who should be crying, it should be me. How could you do. " said the redhead and Caroline stood, shucking her jacket and dropping it over the arm of the sofa. "There, that's better."She sat back down on the sofa just as Justine leant forward to put her drink down, her breasts coming into view through the scant covering, her deep pink nipple showing, hard, erect and once again, the temperature rose for Caroline, tempted by the flesh that was displayed, her pussy getting warm and tingling at the thought of touching the firm smoothness of those breasts. She was extremely tense and appreciated the way I caressed her. I had to go pee, however when I returned she was assed out laying on her side showing her booty waiting to get its proper servicing. I kissed and rubbed her ass for at least five minutes before I did anything. I wanted her and I to enjoy the moment for all that it’s worth. As I was kissing her, she talked back telling me to kiss her ass and asked if I liked kissing it in a horny domineering fashion. She knew the answer but I buried. She had previously corrected my guess that she'd been a cheerleader in high school. Volleyball and soccer were her things, and my shoulder tingled in appreciation."I am not an air head! I just don't have the time for a boyfriend. Guys aren't okay with seeing their girlfriends once a week... or not at all. Except... well, except the dumb horny ones."I smiled understandingly, but still said haughtily, "Yes. Most boys are like that. But I am a superior horny man."Debbie smiled enigmatically..