She said that plans had changed and we weren't going to a movie. We were going to a drive-in for a burger and then go to park. Mary ask if that was o.... I thought hut-oh. but I said I guess so. When we got to the drive in Mary and Bob ordered for us and then started to make out. Rob said," Sally why don’t you come over and sit next to me. I promise not to bite." I glanced up at Mary and Bob and saw that he already had Mary’s blouse off. Unlike me she did have a bra on. I told Rob I was ok where. However none of that mattered. Her hair, her eyes, and even her lips spoke multitudes about her as a person. No, how she looked spoke lots about how she looked more to the point. As they talked that afternoon, he allowed himself to check out her figure, and as a result he surmised he rather liked her figure much more then he ever would. Wasn’t she this overweight, sloppily dressed woman he thought? Wasn’t she a little on the unattractive side he asked himself? Yes but she was always a little. This only fueled my sexual tension. Then I felt his hand near my shorts waistband, and soon inside my shorts. Kissing me deeply, he touched me intimately, and I again cried out as I moved against his hand, hot…and wet. Running one hand down his chest to the top of his shorts, I felt the breath he drew in suddenly. Letting my hand seek the front of his shorts, I touched him, and heard the moan he made against my lips as he pressed himself into my palm. The next moment, I felt his fingers. ”“Why would you say that?” Brian asked in turn, not really seeing it as having been humorous in the least. “I think a guy would be pretty lucky to have a pretty woman like you interested in him.”“I didn’t say that a woman my age wouldn’t be interested in an attractive younger man,” Harriet clarified. “What I said was that there was no reason for him to be interested in her. Not when there are so many other younger and more attractive women around for him to pick from.”“You don’t think you’re.