I allowed my hands to grope the fleshy parts of her breasts. God she was a turn on for me. She might not love me; she might not appreciate my love mak...ng skills, but I sure as hell got off on what she had to offer.I began to kiss my way down her body. I was close enough now, to her pussy, to smell her femaleness. She hadn't cleaned herself; that was clear. She'd made herself up to entrap me, no doubt about it, but she hadn't washed her cunt, and I loved it. The smell of my woman had always done. ." He stopped and looked atme like a confession meant to assuage another. "Yea...I thoughabout peeling you down and pushing my prick deep 'tween yourbutt...and you wouldn't known squat during or after, but I foughtit off. Barely. I can hold my liquor great. I knew what I wasdoing. Who I was laying with...and I didn't care. I wanted you likea chick...but I just held you tight up against my front and fell tosleep that way. I woke up just before my alarm clock to carry youback in your room." Why. I spent a month in the hospital and another 2 years in therapy for my depression, it had helped at first, but I was slowly slipping back to that point again.It's not that I had a problem finding dates, and I had been out on a few as a part of my therapy. I considered myself a good looking guy for 39 going on 40. At 5'11' and 170lbs, I still had the trim, muscular body structure that I had kept with regular exercise and a good diet, but in my depressed state, I was slowly going to pot. I kept my. Not comfy she shifts. Still not comfy she curls her legs and slides down a little. Her right hand dropping down to his thigh. Diana is not really awake at this point. It is all sensation and odd random thoughts. On top of it all the need.When her hand slides down just a little on his thigh and across his cock her reaction is instinctive. Pressing down on it she sighs softly. The human body working as it does his reacts too. Same sort of instincts even. He starts to get hard.Drifting partially.