I relaxed and laid my head back on his shoulder, giving him better access as his hands slipped inside my robe and traced the curves of my body down ov...r my hips and back up the inside of my thighs, briefly brushing my mons and following the curves of my belly up under my breasts. Releasing me for a moment, he removed my robe and commented how lovely I looked in the starlight. He stood behind me, and we looked out over the heavens once again. Then he flattened his hands and began circling my. ”Rosita was not a young lady. She seemed to be around thirty, about the same age as Millie. She had the light brown skin of southern Mexico, with the dark hair and eyes. She almost always had a smile on her face, and I knew she was a hard worker. Was she attractive? Pretty much so, but she has a slight build that could use a few more pounds.Rosita nervously squirmed in her chair, but finally sat up straight and said, “I will speak plainly of what it is. I am an unmarried lady among some married. They both laughed at one another. They were sitting at Stan’s breakfast bar drinking coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he’d relieved it multiple times… But now they had to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them up.. ..you know? You...You turn guys on acting like that." OH?...." I could not help myself from asking the next question."Do I turn you on, Greg?" I cooed softly, like a vixen.He stared at me for a long moment."Yes, you do. I do not know how we are going to handle this. I was goingto have you sleep in my bed tonight...and...well...now, I just don'tknow." Oh..." I could not stop the sound of rejection in my voice, nor theverge of tears on my eyelids.Greg, realizing that somehow he had insulted me,.