We just never had a chance. Everything about us was so completely right and we fit together so well that we could no more stop our feelings than we co...uld a hurricane.“We are partnered in our English class with instructions to write a romantic story. It’s going to be about two older people who meet and eventually get together. I looking forward to developing it over the next few weeks.” She grinned around that table. “It won’t be like ours because it can’t be erotic.” She leaned against me. I followed with a bowl of rice. "Dinner is served," I announced. Then as nonchalantly as possible, I removed my apron. Both Demarcus and Jen expression displayed surprise and amusement. Jen smiled, and staring directly at my braless tits, she said, "Christine, you little vixen, you. I'm impressed. You are smokin' girl...absolutely smokin'. Demarcus, doesn't she look hot?" Demarcus agree, "Yes, she sure does." I blushed and answered, "Well, thank you, I guess."I felt like I was on display as. The aroma from under them is amazing. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy as the wafts of air created by her lovers thrusts hit my face. The room is filled with pheromones; hers, his and mine. There is a faint smell of whiskey and beer on our breaths. His cologne and sweat are almost equally as arousing. My deotorant is also all but gone and the sweat is pouring from my body as equally as it is theirs. I put my mouth on her hanging breast and its salty flavor makes me work my tongue up to. Was it Anne, calling to ask why he hadn't called? Or was she expecting him tonight? Pat strained to listen."I'm sorry, something came up at the office. No, I won't be able to make it tonight. Sorry. Call you tomorrow. Bye," he whispered. "Have I taken you away from something important?"He touched her knee again, this time sliding it up her thigh without invitation. "No, Pat, I'm all yours."Pat excused herself to visit the ladies room between courses, feeling the sudden need to get away from him.