No wonder he didn't answer her letters. She had been betrayed by both of them... the two people she felt closest to. And there she was, all by herself...in San Francisco!A knock at the door interrupted her tearful reverie. Then Josephine cautiously opened the door a crack and peered in, her face wan and ghoulish in the dim hall light."What's the trouble, dear? Are you homesick?" the old lady asked. Josephine had a psychic sense that unnerved the innocent Midwesterner."Y-yes, that's... yes,. Martin has bigger titties than Aunt Rita, but not by much.I made a quick run to the dairy section and got a half-gallon carton of milk, then to the bread section to get a loaf of wheat bread. I kept looking up and down the aisles for Mrs. Martin, but never did see her. I grabbed a box of Uncle Ralph’s favorite cereal on my way to the checkout and just as I started toward the only empty checkout line, I saw her.I watched as she placed her small carry basket on the belt and then I stepped right. I stand behind you my arms around your waste, you throw your head back and I kiss the side of your neck, it is so lovely to hold you, you put a hand behind you and stroke the front of my trousers, I am aroused by our closeness, you rub my erection through my trousers, my hands cup your breasts through your thin summer dress I squeeze and knead them feeling with my palms your stiffening nipples. A hand now on your crotch rubbing hard through your panties, my arm round your waste, you are. I kneel in front of her & I rub her knees &running it up to her thighs, I pull her towards me & I kiss her forehead, her eyes & then her lips she presses her lips & wouldn’t let me. Now Im more determined as ever to do what I have to do. She reluctantly parts her lips & lets me kiss her. I hold her head as I would hold my lover & start kissing her as if there was no tomorrow. I hold her tight & rub her back then make her lie on the bed, kiss her forehead, her eyes, her lips, her neck. I undo.