Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and...tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for. I can feel you're nervous, but it's a matter of pride for you not to back out once you've finally come over here. You're glancing at me from aside. I'm not much taller than you, but quite stockier, a bit paunchy, balding and slightly greying. I must remind you of your college teachers, and all this alien generation you never make friends with. I'm a real man, a mature one, and even though I'm not exactly what you've been taught to find beautiful, you find something soothing to my sturdy. They sit, letting the music wash over them, both comfortable with their silence. After a while he turns to her and says “Fran I normally don’t like to rush these things but I am only here a few days. Would you think me a cad if I kissed you?” Fran answers by lifting her head to his. He finds her lips for a gentle kiss, his hand coming behind her head to hold her there. His tongue gently enters her lips, running along her teeth then finding her tongue. She moans with delight as she kisses him. How would we do this?" I've got an apartment not far from you, we could meet at my place any time you want."Well, what the hell. Two teenagers, a little cellulite here and there, a libido that is underutilized, that's enough to get me to say, "Maybe this afternoon?" Do you know the Riveracres Apartments?" Yes, on Grant Avenue." Right. Apartment 340, one-thirty?" Um, I'll be there." I'm excited just thinking about it, see you in a while."So, I called my husband."Hi, hon, um, are you setting me.