.” Mari thought. She was in bliss from his attention, and couldn’t help uttering little appreciative sighs as his hands did their magic. He ran hi... hands over her shoulders, kneading away the tension he found there. Then he ran his hands in little orbits down either side of her back. Occasionally, his hands would turn outward so his fingers would roam over her ribs at the side, and she could tell his fingertips were just reaching around to the sides of her breasts. She wickedly imagined how. I just missed out on all that and I'm sure there are a lot of guys in my age group who feel the same way. That doesn't mean that I don't like sex, of course I do. I'm only 64, hardly that over the hill. That also doesn't mean that I get a lot of sex since my wife died five years ago and, while I have dated some, and, yes, some of the women were also willing to have sex, my sex life is pretty irregular. Except for what I provide myself. Yes, by hand. The time this all started was when my 17 year. ”“Don’t fucking touch me,” I spat.He smiled coldly and unbuttoned my shirt. He pressed the palm of his hand against the area just above my breasts, and I moaned almost immediately.“Are you okay?”It was impossible. Why would a mere touch feel so good?“Your breasts look rather swollen. Are you one of those women who wears ill fitting bras?”“That’s none of your business.”His hand drifted down to cup my breast.“Let me see, it’s important for them to not be too constricted.”It was obscene.. I’m surprised they’re actually allowing me to say this much,” he shrugged. “Now we need to go back to Draenoric. I have a task to do there.”“Aye, well, there’s probably not a lot we can do here other than let the Vultoqi Powers tidy up,” Roxanne sighed as portals opened and the Mages and Yr’ch left Vultoq for the last time.Once on Draenoric, Jude just raised his arms and chanted in a language no one present was able to understand. Once done he looked around and nodded as a mental ... wind blew.