I felt his velvety tongue in my mouth and my whole body press into his as he pulled me close and held me very tightly. The hand on my waist worked its...way down to my bum and he grabbed hold of my ass pulling my groin to his. Even through his jeans I could feel how hard he was.My body went limp and I could barely stand. This was the steamiest kiss I had had in ages. Our heads moved back and forth and tongues tangoed while he kept walking towards me pushing me into the back of my couch. He pulled. Loretta also stayed in touch with me. We never became as close as Sarah and I, but we still spoke and saw each other with some frequency. She did manage to slip up, probably on purpose, and let me know that she was still seeing Leanne professionally and providing her with therapy and counseling.Now that my marriage was defunct and Leanne and I were no longer conducting World War Three, Sam and I became closer. I was grateful that our 'father-daughter' relationship had survived unscathed.We sold. Leroy arrived right on time as always. I greeted him at the door with a hug and kiss and he returned the favour. We went into the living room where I had a nice bottle of white wine and a cheese and cracker plate on the coffee table. We sit on the couch together, drank some wine and talked some before finally he started to caress my leg and press into me to kiss me. It was like old high school days making on only now I was on the receiving end and loving it. It got kind of hot, me laying back. If that was all it would be, then she had to have his name so that, in the years ahead when she wistfully recalled the memory of this brief encounter, she would have a name to put to the man that inspired it. “I am Rose O’Toole,” she said. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. O’Toole. Charles Bordune III.” Part 3 She gasped. “Did you say…Bordune?” “I did.” Seeing her incredulous expression, he laughed once more, flashing brilliant white teeth, and then said, “Forgive me. A bit of fun at your.