I hadn't French kissed a man in years, even that has stopped happening with my husband and that was so long ago I couldn't even remember.I opened my m...outh and let his tongue in. He gracefully explored my mouth as I explored his. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly ran them over my body, down my arms and up my sides and over my breasts. I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him back a little. I didn't want him touching my body, I didn't want him feeling the extra fat I had on me. I. The platform did not turn but was stationary. Access was through a small doorway in the shell. Underneath the platform were four round discs that were wired into the controls. Each disc had a specific composition but it made absolute no sense to me at all. Yet, somehow, I sensed it would work. The drawings consumed about three full days of my time. It took that long to get every detail correct. Then came the fun part. I had to source all the material and try and estimate how much it would cost. The men working either side would secretly take pictures on their phones of her with her skirt up her thighs, then send them around the office. She, of course, was totally oblivious.Her current man was Gerald, at 33 five years her senior. A very handsome man, he would parade around the village looking smug, with his beautiful lady on his arm. However, as much as he was totally in love with her he, too, had fantasies that he knew he could never tell her. He'd kept up the pretence of their. I lashed out and my fist hit your friend below the belt. A colorful array of words vollied out of him as he fell back and I threw my weight away from you and managed to free myself once more.On my hands and knees, panting, cheeks puffy and on the verge of tears I knew this was my chance. Digging my heels in I had made it passed you to the door. Panicked noises were escaping me as I fumbled with the deadlock. There was the tease of a click just as a fistful of my hair was taken and my forehead.