The problem is, she just doesn't have any free time. Think we're swamped with schoolwork? She's carrying nineteen credits of science-heavy classes." Y...ah ... plus, she has other things – non-academic ones – to deal with that we don't," I pointed out.We reflected on that for a minute as the waitress brought us our food. There was a matter of great importance that I wanted to bring up, but Dave beat me to it."So," he began, "what about this band we're hoping to form? Shouldn't we start looking. Occasionally at night I would silently listen outsidehis bedroom door to see if I could hear the tell tailsigns of him pleasuring himself, but so far I heardnothing.Then one month to my disappointment all his milkysecretions stopped! But then I found more and moreused and dried tissues in his waste basket next to hiscomputer. (A good half a box worth)! Naturally Ifigured Tommy was stroking to some porn he liked on theweb. I was very intrigued and with the house empty Idecided to investigate. Her husband drank a lot and sometimes they argued and he became abusive. I used to see her sometimes in the park when I would walk our dog,we would talk and I could tell she had just left the house to get away from an argument. Once, when I was home alone, she came and knocked at our door and asked to come in as her husband had locked her out and passed out cold. We sat and watched TV and I looked over to see she was shaking and nearly crying. I gave her a hug to comfort her and she laid her. I move my hand down to the top of her thigh and rest it there. I start to massage her leg and slowly move upward under her skirt. She doesn’t stop kissing me, so I don’t stop my advance. Finally, my fingertips find what they’re looking for and I graze her panties. They’re wet. Oh fuck. And my stomach does a backflip. She pulls her mouth away and gasps. I nudge her head to the side and kiss her neck, pressing my fingers harder. She moans and I bite her earlobe. I massage her, moving my fingers.