In short, terse yet descriptive sentences when We texted. More detailed when we emailed ... pretty explicit. I blushed when I read some of it and reme...bered who was writing it."What are you wearing ... I got some time by myself and my hand's wrapped around my cock. Thinking about you." I'm dressed in a short skirt and high heels ... a Ier blouse and no bra." Panties ... what color?" Hmmm ... red ... I'm sitting out while Tiffany's on the dance floor..." Oh god ... if I bend you over ... I could. He closed it, knowing what he wanted. ‘Here you go,’ Karen said, sliding the Pepsi onto the table. ‘I asked and guess what? You can have the buffet if you want.’ ‘Well that makes this difficult. I wanted the ham dinner with the cherry-raisin sauce.’ The server interrupted, ‘We have ham on the carving station and all sauces on the menu are available.’ He smiled broadly. ‘Then I guess I’ll have the buffet.’ She took the menu. ‘Help yourself whenever you’re ready.’ He nodded and watched as she. I really enjoyed our adventure, openness, and satisfaction. Not all that common. If I relive it too much I will be drawn into explicit detail. I do have unresolved relationships I naively thought were past. They are not past. They were in my mind troubling as I lay there and with me right now. I have some emotions that I cannot leave unaddressed. You have much to offer and it would be even more un-responsible if I took advantage. I somehow have been rationalizing. You are more deserving. I. ....“ohhh Miss, can’t hold it, ohhh Miss, you’re going to make me do it......ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” SPUNK SPUNK SPUNK SPUNK SPUNK in my pants.If anyone’s in touch with Miss Angela I’d LOVE Her to see this!Back in the 70s and 80s, when mags were lovely – not too explicit for a useless wimpy girl-worshipping wanker like me - I always assumed the girls that pose would never let men touch them, or ‘do stuff’. It just seemed impossible for those lovely girls to do anything sordid like that. I.