Not that she wanted to throw up but that her body would do it because you were so close to her."She doesn't like it, Jackie. She's not doing it becaus... she wants to. It's a survival thing for her. She can see what she's doing and she hates to do it but she can't help it. She wants nothing more than to hug you and let you try to make it better. But right now, she can't." So what am I supposed to do?" Understand her. Don't feel sorry for her. Go ahead and be mad at the beasts who did this to her.. I punched harder, and harder each punch shaking my body, as I threw my last punch I spun, felt my fist hit the leather and saw you, you were peering around the corner, biting your lip and tried to duck, but it was too late. I saw you, and you saw me, I walked over, it was just us here so I knew this couldn't be a coincidence. "What are you doing here"?You looked down, then to me, all you could say was, "you".Then passion took over, who knows who kissed first, but I pushed you against the wall. I kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear, kissed her cheek, then softly letting my lips caress hers, then as she started to lean into me for a deeper kiss, I teasingly pulled back.Her eyes opened, in surprise, then seeing my smile she knew I was playing with her, laughing she grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. She stood and turned, sitting on my lap facing me, my hard cock pressing against her soft pussy. She kissed me again, her fingers running through my hair, holding me so I couldn’t pull. ’ I had not been expecting her to call. I’ve so often spoken words and then, as they left my mouth, wished I could have swallowed them back. I’d assume that was what she had done. Maybe she was ‘phoning to apologise. ‘Look, Tippi, I was being really stupid that night. Could we just forget it?’ ‘We can forget some of it, sure. I wondered if you’d come to a party at my place next weekend, Saturday – my best friend is 40 and we’re giving her a big do. We’re calling it an evening dress party, we.