Somewhere Connie knew she should stop, but she didn't want to. Simon was making her feel too good. One arm was holding her close as his mouth covered ...ers, the other was free and stroking her skin, moving a little higher each time until he reached her breast. She couldn't help but freeze for just a moment, and so did he. She didn't stop him and so he continued, brushing his thumb over her nipple. Dimly, she realized how much her body was responding to his touches, and how she wanted him to feel. "You know we haven't spoken in years. I've seen you every now and then, but we've not spoken since forever." "And, so," I said. "Well, I just want you to know I envy you and admire you," he said. "Hokey, okay, but it's the truth." I looked around to see if anyone was snickering behind my back. They weren't. "Okay, I'll bite, Brad, what gives?" "Nothing. It's just what I said. I'd be glad to call a man like you a friend," he said. "Okay," I said. I was still suspicious, but I was getting. Richard, mystep-son from her first marriage, got what felt like a book, from Amazon.He was a bright kid who, like his mother, had flourished since thedivorce. His father gave him a separate income, a sort of pocket money,which he spent only on educational materials. He never wanted much else,but he wasn't a bookworm. I went with him to Tai Chi two evenings a week,and took the girls to watch him play football every weekend. The girls,Kim and Katy, were four and two. Richard was twelve, and doted. The thrill of her huge, powerful hand exploring my nakedback and buttocks was indescribable. Sensations of ecstasy anddesire coursed through my entire body, and I heard myself gaspand moan. But that was nothing compared to what I felt as sheturned me face up and, continuing to hold my helpless, writhingbody in the palm of her single hand, began to knead the soapylather into my face and hair, then my chest and stomach, and,finally, incredibly, between my legs to lightly explore my.