Goes on hunting and fishing trips all the time. I even know some of the wives." The telephone number of a friend like that would be in some kind of ad...ress book, wouldn't it? I asked. "Jack must keep account books, too. This was a fresh piece of paper, and you said yourself you never heard him mention the name before."She practically glared at me. "Is that where you're going this morning?" she wanted to know.I nodded."Well, I'm going too," she announced, getting up out of her seat. "Excuse me,". She obediently raised her arms over her head, still leaning over him as he sat on the couch. As the shirt went over her head she was struck by the realization that it was much like having been blindfolded, the blackness just sucking up the light and muffling the sounds around her. Then he stooped tugging, leaving her bent over, with her hands out and her head muffled. His hands then started running down her sides, carefully avoiding her breasts, to her jeans. There his hands moved in, the. He leaned forward and kissed my neck again. I was getting weaker by the second. His hands started to wander along my back and one ended up on my ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. I should have stopped him there but I was enjoying the attention and I’d had a few drinks also which was blurring my judgement. His other hand slid up to the back of my head and he cupped it and grabbed my hair, turning my face up to meet his and he leaned forward and kissed me hard. I returned the kiss for a few. She hugged me and took the bold step of kissing my lips. My lips quivered from the impact and I found myself locked in a sweet romantic kiss — my very first kiss with a woman. We hugged and kissed so lovingly that I was beginning to love her. The thought of being with her the whole weekend filled my mind. “Deborah, you could stay over for the weekend if you're that lonely and have nowhere to go," I told her. She nodded."Thank you, Mrs. Willows, I’d be happy to do that," she said, putting her.