"She smiled gently at him. "No, Henry, not at all. I've grown very, very fond of you and have been trying to psych myself up to show you but I can't."...he bit her lip and looked down twisting her hands nervously in her lap."Something awful happened to you," he said gently.She nodded."You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I do. You deserve it but not here." OK. If I promise not to try and take advantage of you in any way would you like to come back to my flat and tell me there?"She. ” Blondie says as she gets up and fixes her skirt to where you can’t tell she’s not wearing underwear and struts out the door. Johnny closed the door and looked at Rod. He shook his head and went to the kitchen and got out a bottle of Jack and a shot glass, poured that fine whiskey into the shot glass and then tipped the bottle up into his mouth and withdrew a fine chug. “What in the god forsaken world were you thinking? Boy I should…” Johnny started saying. “Boy you should what? Huh? I was. . the usual. My arm around her hip would slide down her thigh with a little pressure. She started to warm up a bit. We met back up with her mom and grabbed some food from Firehouse Subs (my favorite). On the way home, we were in the backseat, both of us feeling frisky. You guys know what I'm talking about with what happened. We were petting a lot, and she bit my neck a few times. My hand was sliding inside her thigh, and she was slowly opening her legs inviting me. Her mom had been busy on her. Bend over?” her husband whispered sweetly into her ear, only more seductively than the last time, as he gently restrained her effort to moved away from the kitchen work top. As his hands hungrily caressed his wife’s breasts free from her bra, more warm and sensual kisses on the other side of her neck melted her into bending over the work top, resting her head on her arms that were stretched across the cold granite. His fingers circled the areola of her nipples before tentatively kneading them..