She put her arm around me and hugged me back. So I hugged her again. But this time when I leaned over I pressed my lips against hers. With my free han... I reached up and started squeezing one of her big soft breasts. Beulah was to stunned and confused to do anything to stop me so this lasted for several seconds. Until I heard someone coming through the dining room towards the living room. I quickly got up and was back on the couch as Earl passed through the Living room and out the door to get. She seemed to like that because she let out a barely audible moan. Even so, I definitely heard it. So, I intensified the massage and worked her shoulders even deeper. This time, she let out a very audible moan of pleasure. I asked if she was ok, and as she bit her lower lip, she told me to keep going.I decided to be a little more adventurous. I pulled the collar of her silk blouse aside to expose her shoulders (and more cleavage), and I continued massaging her bare skin. Samantha's skin. Good luck." With that, she hung up.I realized I was blocking the jetway exit so I quickly pulled my bag to a Starbuck's across the way. I got a latte then sat down and gazed out the window with unfocused eyes. Part of me couldn't believe what I had just heard but part of me started to think it could be possible. Just the way Janie wriggled a little and smiled at hot guys had given me pause several times in the past.*I sleepwalked through the sessions that day then excused myself from the group. "I'm sorry, just- can we change the topic, please?" Sorry," Keith concedes. "Sorry, I know this must be a sensitive topicfor you." My arsehole ex-boyfriend and my genitals?" I ask. "About as sensitiveas it gets!" How about this, then: What show are you going to be on tomorrow?"Keith asks, instantly regaining a spot in my good books."Some daytime lifestyle show," I explain. "On one of the fifty-digitSky Channels or something. It has a small viewership but a prettyconsistent one, they want me to.