My mind was still half asleep, but not enough to know that the intrusion was wrong. I couldn't allow any late-night and unannounced visits. I came to ...y senses and began to protest. "Carl, you can't..." Smack! He cut me short with a slap. What the fuck! A slap? I started to squirm in pretend protest but his weight on my chest was too much. My arms were useless and I feared another slap if I said anything, so all I could do was shake my head from side to side in false denial. "Shush, Bobbie. If. . do it right away.”—Henry V. O’Neil, Live Echoes20 MAY 2020I broke the code! Or stumbled on it, is more like it. Sunday afternoon, after we’d had brunch together, we all went to Joan’s house. I decided to do a late recording of a concert and had all my girlfriends (except Em and Sophie) sitting with me as I played love songs for them. Each girlfriend got a song just for her and each song ended with a kiss on the cheek as the girls shifted places around me.Then as we were sitting around, we all. I am an attractive woman and my ladies are a 36 C and I haven't ever shied away from showing off my cleavage and watching men stare ;) .. House was full of relatives post wedding meant we had not managed to get anywhere apart from me staring at his hard manhood poking through his jammies and him staring at my deep cleavage. Well, hubby decided we had had enough of staring at each other and sighing in desperation. A week later we were finally alone at home, it has rained earlier in the evening.. I was beginning to develop a serious crush on one boy that worked on the loading dock. His name was Jack, and I guess he wasn't really a boy - he was twenty-four years old and he looked like a living Adonis. He was about 5'11" tall and I have no idea how much he weighed, but I know he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. His body had been honed into a sculpture of hard lean muscle from several years of loading and unloading transport trucks at the back dock. Half the time he worked shirtless and.