.” I protested, “Look at what she said ... The way she acted...”“Men!” she exclaimed scathingly. (This is something I’ve never understood,... nor been able to emulate: The particular note of disgust women — all women — seem to be able to obtain with that single word.)“But...” I repeated.“Darling, you just don’t get it. She’s not upset about fucking Steve Chamberlain. She’s upset because she’s afraid she won’t be any good with him in bed.”Suddenly Kris’s attitude changed. She sat me down on the. I then moved to her back again and started massaging her back paying more attention to the sides especially on the breasts which had popped out. I would massage her till i reached there and then would give it a slight press and she would moan a bit. Although i pressed it over her bra, which barely held her boobs inside, but was still covering it well. I then asked her to turn around as soon as she turned around my eyes shot out just looking at her boobs covered with the bra. I then poured oil. Almost.Though, to be honest ... she couldn’t really remember it that well.Emily sort of knew what happened. She remembered driving to school, and dropping her younger brother Todd off at the side entrance. She remembered heading to her classes, hurriedly ditching the headphones in her purse every time she saw her friends, not wanting to look like a complete loser. Wearing the stupid blinking earpieces that her nerd loser brother Jack had given her made her feel slightly ridiculous ... she. Over coffee they talked about things they had in common, finding many interests that they shared. He had checked the forecast and the weather promised to be fine. Finally they decided where to meet on Sunday morning for the drive to the trail head. Sunday arrived bright and clear as predicted with the humidity low and moderate temperature it promised to be an exceptional day for a hike. He parked the car beside a narrow entrance between trees where a path could be just seen in the forest.