James watched her from the couch, taking in the way her body curved beneath her blue sweater and tight-fitting jeans. He got up and walked over to her... silently. "Beautiful," he whispered next to her ear as he placed his hands next to hers on the glass. She felt her heart speed up a little bit as she felt the warmth radiating from his body, so close behind her. He moved his right hand to her lower waist and pulled her body closer to him, just enough to feel her soft curves against him, and he. "I have to work at it, but thanks. Glad to see it's appreciated. Where are you going? Isn't it a lovely day?" As she spoke, he felt her grip on his arm firm up, and the soft mound of her breast gently caressed his arm. He felt his cock twitch, looked at her quickly, and she grinned at him. Then she pushed just a little more. "Look, my name's Jesse Moore. Here's an easy one. What's your name?"By the time they had gotten across town, dropped off the paper, and started back uptown, Dave was in. .promising. I responded in same manner..."pic attached but no head shot...sorry,average white guy with long dark curly hair,like to investigate the man to man interaction more, STD free". His response was quick.."I prefer raw sex... do not get o do this much...but alone for another 90 minutes...have you been fucked before? suck dick? get sucked? fuck?". I found myself becoming very excited and aroused...heart beat kicked up a few notches when I read his response. Best I could do now was to. Mark said, “I still hear from your wife on occasion. She wants to know how to get in touch with you.”“Fuck her,” Dexter replied.“You might think about talking to her,” Mark said.Dexter said, “What in the hell for? She texted me that she wanted a divorce. I file for one and she changes her mind. What in the hell kind of crap is that?”“I think that might be the reason you need to talk to her,” Mark said.“I don’t want to talk to her,” Dexter said.He knew that he sounded like a petulant child, but.