Dante was shirtless. Angel had seen him shirtless before, but it was in a dimly lit, almost dark, run-down motel room. She hadn’t noticed a lot then... She hadn’t noticed his muscular chest, his toned stomach, broad shoulders, tanned skin, and the thin line of hair running from his navel, down past the brim of his pants. She glanced up at his face, and she knew her cheeks must have flushed. He was watching her, watch him! Embarrassment rushed through her, and she hoped it didn’t show too much on. I obviously was not cutting it anymore. And for your information, as you now see, I did not move on. That should be obvious by me coming here today and still professing my love to you. Miranda, since you left, you should know, there has been no other woman. There was no way I could be with another woman when I was still in love with you. However, that did not stop you.” Miranda stood up and started to walk to the front door. I continued to sit there. I knew what she was going to do. However, I. I love the feel of the cold night air as it flows up in between my legs when I don’t wear panties.I sit on the very edge of the bed with my legs slightly open, just enough so he can catch a glimpse of my lips through my skirt. I watch as my husband comes out dressed looking hot as always, I can’t help but stare at his bulge, my mouth automatically begins to salivate…I can’t help but think about how good he feels in my mouth as I suck on his cock until I can feel it harden in me filling up. With all their "caring attentions" she never came back home on an empty stomach. Finally, she stopped going to the gym altogether to free up more time to spend with "the girls." By now, I was sure her colleagues weren't acting this way out of some misguided maternal instinct. I have no doubt they were savoring the sight of Samantha losing her perfect shape, filling out nicely and getting softer and rounder like themselves. Since she started piling on the pounds, they kept pouring food into.