She never felt anything like it. A strong, masculine hand grabbing one of her buttocks, under her skirt. “Nice firm ass, Brandy.” His released her...buttock, but his hand under her skirt continued to explore her ass. He felt her muscles contracting each time his fingers played across her tight panties, able to feel the sharp divide of her crack. He was sure that no boy had ever been where his hand was now. He was rubbing her, rubbing her ass cheeks. She trembled each time his hand slid to the. The way he looked at her on the surface was predatory and sexual. But she sensed something under that. Something more substantial. Was it really there? Was he having genuine feeling for her? Was it love? Or was it all wishful thinking on her part? Looking into his eyes, Julie had to believe she was more to him than a fuck. She just couldn’t tell how much more. Greg got up and led Julie on a brief tour of the house. It was a nice place, surprisingly well decorated for a bachelor. The bedroom in. Soon we turned to Whatsapp. Then I got to know that she had a lot of affairs as love was missing from her married life. Her husband was always busy in his office and making money.I soon realized that I can bang this woman as I could sense that she was horny as fuck. So I managed to turn every conversation into sex chat. Finally, after two weeks of constant chats and then calls, she invited me to her home. Trust me guys all this sounds like it all happened. Yes, it did, indeed. I met her after. I just hope he included a permit for the pea shooter.’ Frank took my hand and said, ‘In the wallet. Concealed weapons class three from the Feds. I hope thats good enough.’ ‘Well I Federal Marshals badge might be nice,’ I laughed. ‘I don’t think we can do that, but you do have a DOD ID,’ (Department of Defense) said Frank. ‘Good,’ I said. I let go of his hand and he handed me the keys to the truck. ‘See you soon, Frank.’ ‘Take care chief,’ he said. I got into the truck and started it. It sounded.