As for Hannah, I’d had a few errant X-rated fantasies about her when Denny was still alive, but not since he’d died. I started to have one, once, ...ut in that fantasy she was crying and that pretty well put the kibosh on that.Of course there had been that erection, the night before, when the whole subject came up. And my mind hadn’t been disciplined enough to manage things, but I blamed that on the unexpectedness of the whole thing. That’s the thing about X-rated fantasies. They can happen at. ’I got ready as quickly as I could and made my way into the city, taking in as much of the new sights as I went and trying to memorise the landmarks to find my way back if I had to. Before long, I got where I was going and settled myself into a seat in our chosen coffee shop. I’d gotten there before her, which was good. I didn’t want to make her wait, so I typed another quick text to her.“I thought you couldn’t wait to see me. I’m here waiting for you,” I teased.I'd positioned myself with a. He could feel the crack between his mother's legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass.There was no doubt she could feel the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no motion or comment that indicated she was aware of his predicament.Terri at first ignored the hard rod pushing against her ass. Then without thinking, she adjusted herself slightly and the pressure switched directly to her pussy. In the beginning, she was irritated that. His apartment was only a few minutes away from there, and he invited me in to put on a bathrobe and to let my skirt and silk blouse go into his dryer. As we went into his building, I noticed that my peach bra was completely visible through the wet blouse, and in this light it looked flesh-colored. Ken might think that I had nothing on underneath unless he looked for my nipples, and I hoped he would be too much of a gentleman for that. I blushed as we went up in the elevator. I went straight.