My hands move down your back as you undo the string to your top. Pushing down onto your spine and moving them out to your side, as I do, every now and...then the tips of my fingers feel the swell of your breasts. I go lower, onto your hips, again moving in circles as you ever so slightly lift your hips to balance to force I am using. My hands move over the roundness of your bottom, pushing your arse cheeks together watching the cream and your sweat collect in the crack of your arse. I reach down. So she said to Karly, "One and a half sugars and cream, but please don't you go offering to buy us coffee like this too often. It's okay occasionally, but not always." Okay," Karly said, smiling to them both. She made her way up to the counter, ordering their coffees as each had requested. She began to stir both so they would taste nicer, then ordered her own coffee. Two sugars and milk, stirring it around carefully. She paid for all three, walked back to where Layla and Rose were sitting and. But even if he didn’t, watching another guy blow himself right next to me would be hotter than hell. I'd still take it over blowing myself alone.On the other hand, I wondered if that statement was just cover. Sometimes the most vocally homophobic guys are the ones who secretly want it, so maybe there was a chance. I knew I'd have to go about it tactfully and carefully, and not rush things.As we walked back, I could see the hard-on poking his shorts out a bit. As we walked - no one was nearby. "I know you're tired and that you want to get an early start tomorrow, so I think I'll bid you good night and turn in."Maria watched him walk into the bedroom and the door slowly close. She wondered how lonely it must have been for such a sensitive man, these last nineteen years.The next day yielded no better results and the third day was a repeat of the first two. Charlie could tell Maria was getting terribly discouraged. She had insisted at dinner tonight that she must move out, perhaps stay.