"That's so cool." Yeah, well, I don't know. Cool? I don't know." She kissed him again, and he kissed back fully, lovingly. "This is going to sound rea...ly corny, but I've been waiting for you." What?" she said.He gently and lovingly kissed her again. When their lips separated, he looked at her face and into her eyes. "I don't mean to scare you off." But you never met me before last night." No, but it's true. I always thought love was about connecting in a really profound way. When we met and we. A drive, a lust that may lead you to do things you may have never thought you would. So desperate for the things you crave, so desperate to satisfy your needs. You are not wanting to be a woman, but still so desperate to have another man take you, even use you. To just service his sexual needs, to stroke and lick and suck his gorgeous cock. To make him cum, oh, the pleasure in making him cum! Feeling his cock swell, his thighs tighten, his breathing quicken. Knowing he is about to explode and. " Who with?" Sam asked without looking up."Just some friends. It's not a date, or anything." Why had she said that? It didn't matter to him. With an inward shrug she went upstairs to the bathroom. Stripping off her clothes, she looked at herself critically in the mirror. For a long time she had despaired of ever developing a figure, but in the last couple of years her breasts and hips had really sprouted. She wasn't voluptuous -- not as much as her mother, who really had a body to die for --. The kid came first, and that was that, and most of the opportunities that came up would have had to involve at least some rearrangement of priorities. By the time Duane was heading off to college, he'd become used to not having a woman in his life, and wasn't so sure he wanted to mess with it again.In the couple years that Vicky had been back in Bradford they'd picked up their old friendship -- but on much the same level as it had been, which is to say just friends. It had not escaped Jason.