I'm sorry, really." I didn't know what else to say, once again allowing my inebriated emotions and thoughts to become vocal without thinking them thro...ugh first. "Bob's a fuck!" I said. Eva looked up into my face."Yes...Bob is a fuck!" She said laughing. We were both laughing then, laughing so hard it hurt and I fell back holding onto my sides. Eva collapsed beside me where we'd been sitting on the edge of the pool dangling our feel in the water while talking. Suddenly she was next to me, beside. He could not hear it, did not want to hear it. ‘Hmmm.’ She sighed, raking her hand through her auburn hair. She let her eyes travel over his form ever so subtlety. There were some who had found him unattractive, had made him feel so low about himself. No, he wasn’t perfect, nor was he a Brat Pitt. In a way, that made him even more desirable than any movie star, any Joe Blow tall, dark, and handsome. he was so god-damned beautiful. She adored the way his bangs swept down into eyes that varied. "His words float over me and coat me in a warm glaze of warmth and comfort. He nuzzles closer pressing his hips into me.I feel his hardness strong and solid against my buttox. But he only holds me. He doesn't thrust his manhood against me the way a younger man would. He is a patient lover. He has nowhere to be, and is in no hurry to get anywhere.My Man is content to hold me in semi-slumber cooing sweetness to me in the dark gray light of winter twilight. His hands wander over my blood-warm skin. I know you won't take advantage. I'd like to say the same, but it's been a long time, and I may just get you drunk and have my way with you."By then we had pulled up in front of her house. Giggling at the look on my face, she got out, came over and leaned into my window, and gave me a nice long kiss.Stepping back, she grinned."That'll have to hold you until next Friday. Don't call me, let the anticipation build." 'Night, Sammy."I wrestled all week with my reaction. A part of me, a very.