Tracing patternson her legs, up over her back, and around to her stomach. With both hands hegently cupped her breasts and gave them a little squeeze b...fore rolling hernipples between his thumb and forefinger. She let out a soft moan as he pulledher nipples down, turning her breasts into stretched cones pointing at thefloor. Moving his hands down her back, his fingers traced her spine. Ever so slowlythey painted a line down between her spread cheeks. She jumped slightly asthey passed over her. I am a bit uncomfortable.’ So I got off the bed and stood up to peel my underwear off and my hard cock was erect in front of me. Janet had turned to look at me and my cock and smiled, putting her head back down on her folded arms. I smiled back and got back into the straddle position, my nakedness straddling her legs and my hard cock resting on her ass crack. I went back to beginning my massage at her shoulders and rubbing, kneading hard fingers exploring hot flesh, down over her shoulder. He walked into the widow's bereavement class just six months ago, and took my breath away. I did not know a man could do that to me again. As the saying goes, he was tall, dark and handsome – a gorgeous “chocolate man” as I later called him. I love chocolate and I got it in black man. I am an ivory cream white woman, and never imagined being attracted to a black man. His hair was very short, with sprinkles of white near his temples, and though he was nearly 15 years older than me, he did. " Bridget had gotten up from her chair as she started talking, and was reaching for the door handle on my Lincoln while she asked. I guess she just assumed I'd do her the favor."Sure, hop in. So, you never did tell me why you came back, or how long you're planning to stay here?" No job, and I ran out of money after I broke up with this guy I was going with. I've got a lot of my resume's out, and as soon as I get any kind of a job offer, I'm out of here." What kind of job are you going after?".