It pushed her lovely breasts up and they were spilling out of the half-cups. Her long, soft hair cascaded down and covered them slightly.I realized th...t last night I had been so fixated on her pussy that I'd not even touched her sweet titties. She'd shown them and fondled them to arouse me, but when I lay between her legs and my torso was against hers they had been squeezed against my chest. All that time my hands had been under her shoulders or caressing her face as we kissed and fucked.Now I. Reluctantly he finally broke the kiss and to lighten the mood joked, "You're going to give this old man a heart attack but his smile let her know he was just joking. "But despite my desire to keep kissing you, we'd better hit the road."He couldn't resist watching the young woman use her body to climb up into the truck. He quickly followed, got into his seat, started up the truck, went through his mental checklist and headed out back to the highway. Joseph suggested to Sammi that she could go. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You gave him a son and raise him practically by yourself. You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”She nodded and sniffled miserably. “I more meant that I’m sorry that he’s ruined your marriage too,” she said in a weak voice.“That’s not your fault,” I said firmly. “Do you have any idea what you’re going to do now that you know?”“I ... I don’t know,” she admitted. “I depend on him to support us,” she said. “I can’t divorce him. I can’t go back to work until. I hustled back to the dorm to interrogate Chuck. There were too many missing pieces. High on the list of questions was how many times he’s fucked her last night. Chuck was a study in death-warmed-over, sitting there in a ratty old glen-plaid bathrobe, hair still messed up from sleep, face pale and unshaven. I said, trying to sound sympathetic, “Rough night?” He said, “You have no idea. I’ve never been this hung over in my life.” I said as nonchalantly as I could, “That was Annie Gregory you.