I was able to hear one side of a telephone conversation."Yeah, me too." the girl said, sighing.[pause]"NOOOOOoooooo!" she cried "I can't do that here!...[pause]"UHHHHhhhh, I know! I want to, too."[pause]"Okay, just for a second."I heard her reposition herself a bit before she resumed."Okay, I'm ready."Our break room was divided into two separate rooms. One room was the "kitchen" and "dining" area. The other side was more like a living room (but with fairly uncomfortable chairs). I was approaching. I looked around to see as if anyone is watching. All around us were sleeping, people. When I looked at him, it looked as if he was eating the flesh off my boob.After some time, he put both his hands on my coat, got hold of my bare waist, turned my back towards the window and started eating my boob even more greedily. He was rubbing my bare waist with his fingers and palms.After some time, he changed his position to my other boob and started doing what he was doing.By the time the bus stopped. .. Gawd! I hope he doesn't see me blushing now! I just know he'll guess what I'm thinking about!Anyway, I called Donna and her roommate answered:"Hi Leza! Is Donna back yet?" Kay? Is that you? Donna came home a little tipsy, and a lot worried about you! Just a minute and I'll get her! Hey Donna! It's Kay!"I heard a door slam, and some rustling, and she yipped like she'd stubbed her toe on the coffee table – again -- and then the phone being handed off."Owwwww! Kay? Oh Kay! OmigodI'msosorry! I. I’m restless in bed, trying to figure out what to do about Dahlia and Carol. With each passing day, I seem to love both of them more and more. I am also depressed. They are so young, and I am 70. I always thought I would have difficulty putting up with the immaturity of somebody so young. In truth, due to my inexperience with women, when it comes to relationships, I am only as developed as they are. At the same time, I have a lot more experience in the same field by merely being privy to those.