“I just...” I huff in frustration, “I don’t like you... touching me there.”“And why would that be love?” he asks, sliding his fucking ha...d over my belly again. I grind my teeth together, my anger rising. Why must he insist on pissing me off? Yanking at his arm proves useless, so I slip off the bed and away from his touch.“I just don’t alright!” I raise my voice. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”His eyes dance with amusement and the corners of his firm lips curl up into a frustrating. Iyelp a little as I briefly dip underwater before chuckling along withPaul.We spend the next half hour swimming and making out in the pool- Pauleven lowering the top half of my swimsuit at one point to play with mybreasts- before Charlotte loudly coughs, announcing her arrival."You know, Paul," she says indignantly, "when I asked you to come roundI'm sure I added 'to help set up the barbecue', not 'to mess around inthe pool with your girlfriend all day'." Oh come on," I jokingly plead, "we. He traveled the country looking for a manufacturer for his products, far and wide, up and down, east and west, north and south. Thoroughly. Very thoroughly. To no avail. All he received for his troubles was laughter. A lot of giggles, guffaws and outright laughs. The utter collapse of his dreams killed his spirit and all he could was mope, sulk and hang the about the house, the neat, cozy aforementioned single-wide house trailer they had purchased when they were married. He no longer had an. While Kelli had done all of that, she'd remained totally naked and before she started putting her clothes on, she stood in front of her full-length mirror and enjoyed the view of her sexy woman's body. Kelli had always known that she was pretty and that she'd grown into a sexy teenager and then a voluptuous young woman. She loved her large breasts and as she stood looking at her body, turning to the right to see her shapely silhouette, she loved that her heavy tits still thrusted out proud and.