‘I thought you said you’re more than just your chest,’ I observed. ‘I am!’ Anya agreed vigorously, letting her hands finally drop to her la.... ‘I know you’re of course much more than your chest,’ I said, kissing her soft cheek. ‘But can you blame me if I like to fondle your breasts like this?’ As I spoke, I caressed and lifted and gently squeezed her breasts, enjoying their weight and feel and warmed. And Anya purred yet again. ‘But…’ I removed my hands from my wife’s chest (begrudgingly),. " Thank you," she said. "I am flattered."We chatted about general issues and laughed. She was a good talker and did not lack a great sense of humor."How do you think of relations with Israel?" she asked, moving to politics."I must say you are very attractive," I said."What does this have to do with my question?" she asked, blushing slightly."It has to do a lot," I said. "Without your husband being out there, I would never have this great chance to meet charming you." You are very sweet," she. Nothing is more erotic to me now than watching sexy people, catching glimpses of up skirt panties, down blouse cleavage or the occasional nipple slip. As I turn the corner at the back of the store, I feel like someone just punched me in the stomach. Standing off to my side is a girl looking thru some curtains in the aisle. I don’t know what hit me first or maybe it was all at once. I don’t know. It’s as if time slowed down. I could have been standing there for a few seconds or even minutes. I. Cripes, the first time you saw her in her combat jumpsuit youalmost gave yourself whiplash. The only two people here whoknow both of you who *don't* know how you feel about her arethe two of you."Matthew wanted to dispute it, but both of his friends worelooks of such supreme surety that he knew it would do no good. Sure, he was really fond of Cat, but love? It had nevercrossed his mind he assured himself smugly. Cat didn't LIKEguys . . . at least, not in THAT way.*But maybe I would have a.