I could tell by the back ground noice that it was Karen, she said that she was waiting on her taxi and that she'd be home soon.I had just cracked oppe... a beer when I heard Karen come in, she had a bottle of wine in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other, the permanent smile she wore told me that she was still quite drunk. I asked her how the night had been as she planted a kiss on my lips.''It was wonderful!'' She said, leaning back against the kitchen worktop, she lit her cigarette, her. It's amazing how much she can communicate to me without speaking. In that moment, I wondered for the millionth time how I was so lucky to be Marg's one and only."I was twenty-two when we met. I had gone out with a couple of friends to a bar for a couple of drinks after work. We were standing at the bar bemoaning the fact that it was Valentine's Day and none of us had dates. I felt a presence to my left, and when I looked down, I saw the most incredible set of legs I had ever seen. They started. To take it into next step, I just moved my hand till her neck and told that let me give a perfect massage then she agreed for it.When im applying pressure on her shoulder she is moaning heavily and which aroused me and made my dick to salute her assets. Which she observed but didn’t said anything and I got her intentions and went further. As I am massaging her back mean while pressing my cock to her thighs which she sensed it. And I told her that her blouse is disturbing massage and asked her. He stepped away and simply stared at her. ‘Obviously you’re not joking as you’ve gone so far as to pack your things. What do you think you will do when you leave, Saundra? How do you think you will live? You have no experience in the real, professional world. You might be good at organizing dinner parties and charity events but how will that earn you income? You’re just going to end up as some minimum wage receptionist somewhere, living in a dingy, little apartment with nothing to show for.