They were on her in a flash, groping her tits, belly, ass and pussy mound, anything they could reach. They took turns kissing her, with mouths open wi...e and I could see a lot of tongue action.Suddenly, Mark placed both his hands on Kim's shoulders and pushed her roughly backwards. She stumbled and fell back onto the sofa, the impact causing her whole body to wobble like jelly.She obviously liked the sudden aggression as she exclaimed "Ooooh" as she landed, closed her eyes and spread her legs. . she hadn't even had time to put on a bra.As she drove her mini-van from the house to the gym, she admitted to herself that not wearing a bra wasn't so bad. The inside of the sweatshirt was soft and fuzzy; it tickled her nipples and made them stand at attention. And her shorts were loose enough that she could let her fingers sneak up her legs and touch herself while she waited at an extra-long traffic light.As she looked down at the two college age boys in the car next to her she wondered if. "No I didn't forget," he said."And you want to give me another $500 if I stay the weekend?" she asked."That's right. Like I said money, is no object," he said, "My company is doing very well and I make quite a good living doing what I do. "Ruth, I'll be honest with you, I get tired of being here in this hotel room all by myself And I am really tired of watching that damn television. I would like to have an intelligent conversation with someone. I am too shy and awkward in social settings to go. Whenever it gets tired it reminds me of my ocean blue eyes, blank straight long hairs, wheatish complexion and 36-30-36 figure and the desired and dreams I had.It demands me of relaxation and has its own decimation of relaxation. To my inner self-relaxation is submission; it is too light with someone peacefully and obeys; to let someone else make decisions. Every single decision. This sex story follows my journey to relaxation. It all began when I received an email asking me for a lunch date.