The filtered evening light in her living room slanted across her torso, seeming to pronounce and deepen the natural shadows. Her breasts were fuller, ...eavier than I’d imagined; the nipples even more prominent. I just looked at them for a full minute in utter admiration. She took the opportunity to rid herself of the blouse and sat there half nude next to me, with a look of expectancy on her face.Was I supposed to complement them? Is the Pope a Catholic?“They are fucking gorgeous, Reggie,” I. I put him at ease and said it was fine and was flattered by his attention and happy for him to continue massaging my legs. After a few minutes, I offered to swap places with him, and work his legs and again as I began to massage I could feel my cock getting harder and harder, pushing against the lining of my running shorts. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone else although I could hear someone working on a machine but our view was obscured, so I took the opportunity to make sure my hands. "OK, Tom, great. I'll be ready in 30 minutes. Thank you, thank you so much," Sandra said as she hung up the phone and smiled as she knew that within the next four months she was probably going to become an expectant young mother.I quickly showered to get the day's dirt and grime off of me and to ensure I spelled halfway decent for being with Sandra. Then, I drove my car over to her parent's home and she met me outside. I felt my cock grow very hard when I saw how Sandra was dressed for us to go. I'd told her at least fifty times not to do it, that I didn't want it, and she still went and did it anyway. I figured that if I ignored whoever she invited to meet me that it might embarrass her enough to make her stop." Mary Beth told me your past circumstances and I can't say I blame you for not wanting a woman prowling around the edges of your life, but you do know that we all aren't bitches, don't you?"To make a long story a little shorter by the end of lunch I had asked her out and nine.