His new moral attitude still wasn't settled in, and he felt strange making advances toward this young girl."Well," she said gazing into his eyes. "Mos...t of the time the guys just start grabbing at my boobs. But I like to kiss for a while first."Bob made an internal grimace. Boys were always pushing the envelope. That hadn't changed either.They started sitting up, and just leaning into each other for light, soft kisses. He gave her several and pulled back to see what she thought. Her eyes were. But he needed a rest, and she’d enjoy it more if the build-up lasted a minute longer. He turned his head to kiss her thigh. He cupped each breast with a hand. The lady seemed to grow impatient if her assault on his head was any indication. Damn! It was great to feel wanted.“Sweet Jen,” he said. “Sweet, sweet, Jennifer and her special sweetness.” The taste was only part of that sweetness; her willingness to express desire for him was another. And, in response to the second sweetness, he resumed. "Stop daydreaming. If they think you're done, they'll take your food." She was right. I munched on a piece of toast. "Still thinking about client Andrew?" Alice teased. "Try a little make-up and a dress that isn't gray." I gave her a look. "I'm not trying to get him to come back. It was a one-time thing. He really wanted sex." "Hopefully he'll come back for me, then." Everything was very simple for Alice. I decided to just change the subject; it was easier. "How was your night?" "Lovely.. It was a Friday, about two weeks ago. A beautiful day, so rare in my part of the state, and at about 3:00 my boss came into the shop and declared it "beer-thirty" and everyone needed to get the hell out. Not one to waste time, I dropped my tools in my toolbox and got the hell out. Driving home, I was thinking about a nice afternoon hanging out in my backyard in the shade or maybe spending the next two hours jerking off on the Internet. I pulled up to the house and walked in the front door just.