” Max offered.“If you are, I’ll probably write a song about it,” Paige warned. “But, I could definitely be free for coffee on Monday.”“G...od.” Max nodded. “But ... just to be clear ... If you are a chubby chaser, we may not have much of a future. This extra bulk is largely a product of having no real choice as to what I ate for years. My mother’s kitchen is a bit of a food desert. This place has a gym in the basement and Nick’s hiring a cook who doesn’t think hot dogs are one of the four food. But she chose security rather than the, I don’t know, whatever it was you were offering her. And now, here I am, the recipient of your obvious affections in spite of my own marital state.” I lowered my head in a slow shake. “All the good ones are married,” I groaned. There appeared a wicked little glint in Cheryl’s eye. “I think there is something in you that enjoys the challenge of bedding, of seducing, married women. Besides, it keeps you free from the partnership agreement. You don’t have to. Jack took her hand in his to stop her; he didn't want her to do something for which she wasn't ready.Without moving she said, "Please let me love you." Baby, I'm not sure this --" Jack, please? I want memories of you not them."He held her hand for several minutes before going against his instincts and allowing her to do what she wanted. Her hand back on his cock, she began to stroke him again.When he was rigid and pounding beneath her touch; his shorts wet with precum, she rose up and pressed. I grab her soap bottle, get a small quantity and rub her chest, removing all traces of my seed on her. She also gets my soap, cleaning my chest and dick. I moan softly at her soft touch.We rinse our bodies and move to our hair. She shampoos my head, giving me a massage. I then move to soap her hair, keeping myself close to her, to feel her warmth against me. We don’t say much, too taken by our desires.We rinse and towel each other. I spend time on her ass, admiring her firm roundness, she makes.