She was sitting between my legs with her back to me, I started grinding my hard cock on her ass again. She must have still been turned on from the riv...r hike in the afternoon or the guys at the restaurant checking her out. We were both turned on and she told me to take my pants off, while she took hers off. I started tonguing her ass, she had her shirt pulled down and I could see her tits swaying in the candle light. She was using one hand to balance and the other was gently massaging her. No! Forget it! she scolded herself. No reason to get yourself hot and bothered. Michael's not here!Groaning with disappointment, she tossed the imaginary Michael-pillow back to the other side of the bed, gave it a loving pat, then swung herself out of the bed. After a few moments in the bathroom, tending to the regular morningly duties, she came back into the bedroom and selected a pair of burgandy hip huggers and a cream-colored blouse from the suitcase. Not sure how the Hightowers would take. The boobs. The boobs were the third and most distinct part of a VelmaWhitaker hug. If you were taller than her, they pressed into yourintestines and drove the chicken salad sandwich you had at Ray's Dinerback up a couple steps in the opposite direction it was digesting.Despite this, for most guys it was still an occasion to be savored andtalked about on lunch break for the next 2 days.If you were shorter than her, as Ted had always been and probablyalways would be, her knockers pressed right. Like he wanted to make sure he said the exact right thing.“Oh,” I said, feeling disappointed. It was like he was hiding something about it. That he didn't trust me. I squirmed. Or maybe I wasn't smart enough to understand it. I glanced down at the laptop. We had just made love, but maybe we weren't as close as I thought.He sighed. “You really want to know?”I nodded. We slowed to a stoplight. He glanced over at me. I felt his eyes studying me. Considering me. Then he muttered, “Fuck it, the.