Perhaps I should again try to 'trick' youinto reading it by adding new material that would spice it up. But, no, Iwouldn't do that with this one. What...it says is really what happened andthat's it. I feel it is most important that we authors are comfortableposting what we write in spite of the reaction, or lack of it. At leastwe take the time to write and are not just lurkers like most who visithere.I've just re-read all of my stories and the reviews, something I haven'tdone in a long time. I do. I continued feeling his top half, my hands on his chest, my fingers stroking him. "Like what you feel?" he whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, driving me wild. I just moaned. I guided his hand down my stomach and to my leg. He squeezed my thigh and stroked it, working his fingers up my skirt. He began rubbing through my pants, and even though I couldn't feel myself, I knew how wet they were. "Someone's happy to see me," he whispered into my mouth, smiling. "Can you. But sir, I'm gonna have to turn it down because as of today ... I quit. Sorry to spring this on you and I'll understand if you don't want to give me a good reference but I'm gonna be gone tomorrow no matter what happens."I watched the startled faces as Tommy opened his mouth to say something."Doug, this is a party and my home," he said sternly."No disrespect to you, sir. You've been more than fair with me and I owe you an explanation but there are others here," I said coldly, "that I sure as. “Do you mind if I have one?” he asked as he pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket. After going through the light ritual, he blew smoke in the air. “You know all of the broads I go out with have fake boobs. It’s refreshing meeting someone like your wife who doesn’t feel like she needs big tits to make herself attractive.” I was starting to figure out why Tony was divorced.“Say do you mind if I get another beer?”“I’m sorry, let me get you one.”“No that’s ok. You just stay there.” He jumped up and.