"She smiled, and the sun shone a bit brighter there in my living room. Then she looked at her hand in mine, and I let it go, saying sorry, and I asked...her if she wanted something to drink. She looked around, and then it hit me she was looking for a booze cabinet! She also had a worried look on her face, and I said, "Oh, no, sorry! I meant a hot chocolate, or something?"Then my sister came into the room, changed into her at-home clothes, and introduced me to Mary-Louise, "call her Mel", who had. We share some wine, he agrees to accompany us back to your flat for a more 'intimate' photo session.Back home, I open another bottle, pour three glasses, we chat.I can't wait any longer, I need to taste you, kissing you deep I rub your bulge through your jeans.I pull up your top, stroking your pert tits.I work my way down, kissing all the way, take one nipple at a time into my mouth, playfully biting each erect in my mouth.Down your smooth belly, kissing, licking, unzipping as I go.You raise. I quelled that fear first, telling him she was fine, but it was like a dam burst inside me and I couldn’t keep anything in any more. It all came out, not in the logical, reasoned bits and pieces I had practiced saying as I started the trip back home. It just flowed forth like waves on the beach, unruly and disorganized, as I told him I loved him, and couldn’t do without him, and wanted to be his wife and live with him. Bless his heart. He didn’t shush me or tell me to grow up. Instead he just. All flustered by both men staring at me ready to pounce on me and the bulge sticking out to my face not the deception my body reacted I don’t realize I’ve forget my phone on the train. I am standing at the platform when the younger guy bangs on the window showing me my phone. He meets me at the door he reaches to hand me the phone when he grabs me and pulls me to back in the train. He pulls me so hard that I fall on to him, feeling his even bigger bulge in his pants pressed against me. He.