I couldn't help it - this girl would make a cadaver get a hard-on! And sure enough she moved the least little bit and my bulge pressed against her. "M...mm... is that for me?" she whispered coyly. "Well, I was thinking after the production we could maybe go back to my place for a little dessert," I said. "Oooh, I like that idea," she purred, kissing me again. The lights flashed indicating the opera was about to resume so we took our seats again and finished watching the opera. But the second half. She stayed at the new house to relax, with a warm fire and hot chocolate and wait for me to arrive. My mind thinking of possibly trying to seduce her after a long day and flight. Texting her I am on my way as she replies with a note. " I think your going to love the view."Walking up the steps I come to the door and slowly open it. The lights are dimly lit as I hear the fire crackling. Moving inside I see her curled up on a warm blanket in front of the fire. She has a very sexy negligee on as. Shit. Even though she has her tits pressed against my chest, she hasn’t actually done anything sexual. She hasn’t touched my cock or even tried to kiss me, just snuggled up and went to sleep. There certainly isn’t any doubt that she was cold. Her nipples were like points of ice against my back, but dammit, they’re all warmed up now and the hard points are gone, just warm, firm titties pressed against my chest.This is the best chance, maybe the only chance, you’ll have to fuck for the rest of. “Luckily for you, lady, because nobody would have seen you banner”, she continued.“Oh thank you for coming”, gushed Marjorie as she hugged her friend, taking in a whiff of her subtle perfume.“You smell nice”, she told the Italian.“I know”, answered Yolanda with a smile. “Now LOOK at you”, she cried out, putting her hands on Marjorie’s shoulders and holding her at arm’s length so she could have a better look.“I’m so used to seeing you in jeans, you look wonderful”, added Yolanda. Marjorie was.