I guess I was on the rebound.Started seeing this one woman. We kept it pretty quiet. I wanted to keep the options open. Maybe she had her reasons. It ...was pretty much a relationship based on sex. She was the first person I'd ever known with an oral fixation. SHe had great tits and always wore low cut blouses. I have a weakness for pretty hair, cleavage, and camesole blouses. Oh, blowjobs too.. She really pushed my buttons hard. The titty fucking was amazing! Early in the relationship I French. Frank was a pale gingers, about 6’2 , white, and looked very middle aged. Every time Frank and I interacted he had a twinkle in his blue eyes. We would see each other at the mailboxes or the small convenient in our building and politely make small talk. But each time we “bumped” in each other, Frank would find a way to somehow rub against me or brush against my chubby round bottom. Each time Frank would smile and mutter how sorry he was. I honest believe it was his way of seeing if I was really. I started by rubbing my hands over her shoulders on top of her shirt, but when the time seemed right I edged them under the material and got to work on her bare skin. She sighed.“Mmm, that’s nice, Annie, I’m feeling more relaxed already.”I let my hands descend further inside her neckline, still rubbing, down towards the top of her large breasts; luckily her top wasn’t too tight, so I wasn’t too restricted. I ran my hands over the outside of her bra; I could feel her nipples starting to get. ” Chewing gently, I did as I was told while she unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off me as I remained attached to her. I felt her tremble as I switched from one nipple to the other, hearing her moan in pleasure. Tossing the shirt aside, she arose from my lap, shucking her skirt, letting it float to the floor. She stood in front of me in a pair of pink lace panties with a wet spot in the crotch. She pirouetted, showing off her near perfect ass, before dropping to her knees between my legs. Her.