I can feel your warmth on my hands. My cock is pushing tightly against my pants also. I can't help but lightly brush your pussy through your panties. ... can smell your sex as I crawl up and kiss your neck. You can feel my hard cock against your leg so you reach back and hold it in your hand. It's solid shaft feels so good in your hand as I kiss your back softly. You rock your hips upwards spreading your pussy to me. I run my fingers over your panties and feel how wet your pussy is through them.. We talked and laughed over dinner just like we'd done for the last twelve years. Life was good again, well almost. When we got home everyone thanked me for the great night out and headed for their respective rooms.Lisa moved in close, kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for tonight; "it really meant a lot to me tonight," she said. I told her that tomorrow night we would have a nice long talk, so for her to get some sleep; she'd need it."You son of a bitch," Lisa screamed as she came through. She came to America 3 years ago, 42 yrs old, couldn’t find a good job and her husband was refused entry because he did something stupid back in Shanghai. Wu Mei couldn’t even afford airfare to visit him. Three years without a husband, Wu Mei had few friends. She was stuck in this menial job serving tables for a really mean boss. Her boss, Benny, let everyone else go home early but always made her work late.Worse, for Halloween she had to wear this silly cat costume: Black stockings (not even. He didn’t see her purse as it tumbled into the bushes next to the sidewalk, or feel the button that she yanked off the cuff of his jacket that fell beside it. When she slumped against him, he hefted her in his arms, hurrying now, for it was imperative that they reach his car unseen. He missed the boy sitting in his window, watching outside for his father to come home. He missed seeing him, the curiosity on his face as he gazed from his dark room, his hands up to the window to give him an easier.