She smiled flirtatiously when she saw him.He returned the smile, knowing somehow that she had waited around after her shift so she could talk to him. ...e felt the warm glow of a connection being made within him. She walked over as he stepped out of the cab."Hey Jim," she said, a small hint of shyness in her voice. "How was the shift?" Informational," he said, thinking of the revelations about his mail service. "What are you still doing here? Can't get enough of this place?" Oh... I was just. You take my balls in one hand as the other pulls your jacket off one arm, then switch hands so you can take it the rest of the way off. I reach down and massage your breasts through your top, until you stop and slip your arms out and pull it down off of your breasts. You reach around and grab my ass, pulling me deeper into your mouth as I start to move my hips with you. I reach down and pinch and pull your nipples, getting them as hard as I am. I try to reach down between your legs, but you. They couldn’t understand. They’d probably call her a slut, especially Sunday School Christina. They’d be praying for her instead of listening to her.But talking about it with Ryan would be a little much. Even with his honesty no judgement policy, she isn’t quite ready for that.She logs out and stands. What she needs is new friends. California friends.After archery and laps in the pool, she feels much less stressed. She’s positively confident enough to speak up at dinner.“Uncle Ryan?”“Yes,. She came home with the usual stories from work about customers, with one exception. She told me how this one black guy flirted with her and said he wanted to make her dinner sometime. Even after indicating she was married, he still insisted, said she was very attractive, and he was sure her husband wouldn't mind. My wife is what you would describe as a BBW, not excessively overweight, but definitely curves in the right places, for which I find very attractive. He gave her his phone number,.