I forced myself to walk slowly to the door, and opened it. “Hey, lover,” he said brightly. Then, catching the apprehensive look on my face he ask...d, “What’s wrong?” “I was afraid you wouldn’t come back, or if you did, that you wouldn’t want to….well, I don’t know.” “Are you kidding?” He grabbed me by the shoulders and planted a kiss on me that would have softened the stoniest heart. “I’ve hardly thought anything BUT you since the moment I left yesterday,” he said. “During the game I kept. "I happened to check the Fictionmania site and found my last story 'Postcards' was up there and had gotten a couple of really nice reviews...kinda cheered me up. But I can't write," I added, lapsing back into my depressed state. "I can't THINK! About all I do is sit and stare at the television. Great, huh? And now September's almost gone. The semester ends in December. And I haven't accomplished JACK!" You're still not taking the Prozac I prescribed for you?"I shook my head. "It makes me sick. She climbed on the bed and lay on her back, brushing her auburn hair to the side of her head. Her breasts rolled slightly to her sides but their firmness was amazing as I used my hands to massage them. She closed her eyes and slipped both her hands under her head. “My Arthur always enjoyed the missionary position while sucking my breasts, so feel free to indulge yourself for as long as you like.” I indulged myself enjoying her breasts with my mouth until I was erect. I circled her hard. After 20 minutes of examination and price negotiation, I paid the full amount.I said I will send my pick up by evening. All these talks and negotiations were going on in her master bedroom. All this while I was enjoying seeing where all her skin wasn’t covered by her dress. Every small inch even thru the gaps of shirt buttons. It was mesmerizing. She had a sindhoor.I did see some kids stuff in the hall so assumed she is living with her husband and child. Now as we were walking back to the door.