The next message he asked was not imaginable. He asked whether she fucked me. She told “no” . I could not control myself and put my hand on her th...igh. She added “Yesterday he came with his wife. So I could not have a try. I will try in the next time”. I was totally out of control. I put my hand around her body from backward and she laid back and my dick was pricking her back. I could feel the heat of her body. I was not at all in this world. I slowly planted a kiss on her cheek. I made her. Sorry I got carried away stroking Buster here.” He stopped the stroking and returned her gaze.“His name’s Brute; I thought it apt; my name’s Cindy.”Jon almost, but not quite, commented on the aptness of her name, remembering the dolls his sister used to have. He managed to stifle the words before they left his tongue.“Fancy a coffee Jon?” She asked; her head tilted to one side as if she were waiting for sand to fall out of her ear.Jon couldn’t be sure, but thought that more than coffee was on. We only had a week, and I've had fantasies about you ever since coming home." Tell me about it. Kim set me up with two different guys, trying to get my mind off that trip. I think she gave up." She rolled off him and went to the bathroom, holding her hand over her pussy to catch the drips. As she sat on the toilet, she asked, "Want to know what she said?" Dying to know."After I told her that you invited me, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Go out there and get that guy out of your system.. " "All my jeans were too long. I'd lost almost a foot in the change. And around the waist... I used one of my belts to cinch my jeans tight enough so they wouldn't fall down. My hips were wider, that helped, but let's face it, I have almost no waist. My own fault for wishing for the perfect body, I never specified whose idea of the perfect body. I wore a black Aerosmith concert tee over the top, which fell low enough to disguise the worst of the jeans. The shoes were the worst part of the whole.