Drink down; she does some quick breathing exercises. By the time he raps on her door, she has regained control of her nerves. When she opens the door,...there he is standing in his 5'10" well built physique; he has a sweet smile on that touch his sexy brown eyes and show off his perfect set of teeth. He just stands there smiling and speechless as he takes in her outfit. She has put on a powder blue, tight stretch top that barely covers her ample tits. Her tight, black leather skirt has a three. "But that's the thing," sobbed the buxom blonde, accepting the tissue. "They weren't for me at all. They were for Tayshaun." Tayshaun? You mean that guy from the party?"Karen remembered Brandee's date at the last office Christmas party, a good-looking hustler type of the kind that seemed to obsess her divorcee friend these days. Black, of course. Or rather, she corrected herself, African American. He had been well dressed and projected the confident aura of a successful salesmen. Watching the. "Danny Batchelor squared his shoulders and joined his company of men and women, clustered haphazardly around the flag indicating the First Company, Third Training Battalion of the 123rd Brigade. Clearly, the First Company was still a mob of civilians playing at war. Some wore their wedge caps on back-to-front, others pushed way back or way down or too far over to one side or the other. One wore his Sam Browne belt over the wrong shoulder. Boots and belts and brasswork were unshined, uniforms. So he said to Karen "I jerk off all the time and think of u. I miss your pussy and how well u took all of me into u. I miss holding you after I came in you for the 5th or 6th time. I miss u in general."Karen was fingering herself while she listened to her old bf tell her he missed her. Then she whispered "i miss u too Brian. I am very happily married but there are times when i get pangs of nostalgia and I start thinking of how good we were together."She looked over at me, probably to make sure.