Crowded, I didnt care, I pressed her against a wall and put my right hand onto her left boob, squeezing it hard as I felt the taste of alcohol off her...tounge. Her boob couldnt fit in my hand, it was that big.. She put her hand onto my crotch and started rubbing my jeans, my dick was so hard that it felt like a rock, but I guess a sexy milf would love that. I snuck my hand under her dress, rubbing her panties, she started moaning, moving her hand all over my back as I was kissing her neck, which. " Right. You'll have details, of course?" Certainly. Talk to you later." What was that?" My dad. He'll be here next week. He'll give us the details tonight." Good. I'm going back to sleep." I'll make coffee."I saw we had zero food, set up the coffee pot, put on shorts and a shirt, stepped into sandals, and had a cup. Then I went out and bought bread, some sticky buns, butter, orange juice, and milk. I was home and eating a bun with strawberry jam and drinking another cup when Rachel got. I guess your confidence flies pretty high when you know you're going to get laid and Steve was definitely feeling it.He then turned to me and said: "You're a very lucky man, Dave."With that he turned back to my girlfriend and began to kiss her lips softly. I sat there and stared dumbly as his soft kisses turned into a long, deep tongue-kiss. My psyche was instantly locked in a battle with itself; a bloody fight between my suddenly searing jealousy and the undeniable heat simmering in my. Surely being in contact with womenand their intimate subjects constantly, and from a very young age,contributed to this fascination, respect and even idolatry for femininity.When I was eleven years old, my mother, sister and I separated from mygrandmother and moved to a new house in another neighborhood. That was asignificant moment in my life, not because of the move but because of theconsequences it had and the things it allowed me to experience.In order to support us my mother had to work.