"What's the matter?" His voice was full of concern.Ten minutes passed before Marilyn could bring herself under control. Although she'd wept quietly, s...e and Ted were the center of attention by the time she managed to stop crying. Several of their fellow diners gave Ted a hard, disparaging look, as if they blamed Marilyn's tears on something he'd said or done. "I'm s-s-sorry," Marilyn managed to stammer between sobs. "I've ruined e-e-everything!" "No, you haven't. I'm just concerned about you.. We both chatted about how life is now and she mentioned that she was recently divorced. A single mother. Now, after so many years I am no longer a teen boy but A MAN! By this time, I have gained experience from many flings and hott dates I have had since being a teen boy. Now in my mid twenties, I am fully confident and totally ready to at least solicit some topless pictures from her somehow but how do I do it? Well, I just took the plunge, was bold and asked her tactfully what she was wearing. I don't like him and I'mafraid of him. But what can I do?"Good afternoon, figlioccia," he says holding the smile which does lookreal, and not forced.I'm not really sure what I want to say or respond and I don't understandthat last word at all, so I just sit there barely looking at him.He tries again, "So, how ya feelin'? Ya doin' ok? Um, you mind if Isit?"Considering how I'm thinking about him, I'm totally surprised by hisapparent courtesy and can only nod my head with a minimal shrug of. “Pretty” growled James, referring to her black underwear. He ran his hand down her pussy, as he applied a small amount of pressure Anya held her breath. And released it as a moan when his finger circled her clit above her underwear. “You’re such a good girl Anya. I bet you only ever masturbate over your panties? But then maybe you do it that way to feel like more of a bad girl about to be caught’ slowly his finger slipped under her panties and tapped her clit. ‘Am I right?” murmured James, but.