She heard his quick intake of breath, then began stroking his thigh. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh. “I thought that seeing as how you...'re buying me clothes to look like a tart, I'd act like one. “she whispered, reaching for his fly. He stroked her thigh, feeling the smooth silky feel of the stockings. She pulled the zip down and reached inside, stroking his hot erection through the cotton of his underpants. He caressed her leg, past the stockings, onto her soft warm skin, then. She was cleanly shaven with a little stripe which is my favorite! She came over and rubbed her breast against my dick for a little and then grabbed my hard dick and started to rub it while she kissed me again. I loved the feeling of her breast rubbing on my chest. She knew I loved this so she stuck them in my face. I kissed them and took them in my mouth like It was the last time I would ever see them. She knew exactly what would get me going! She knew I liked to just look at her. But it was there none the less. Fourteen years on man, and you’d still not recovered. I mean it’s not like I’d expect you to forget, but I thought you’d come to terms with it. Fourteen years Scott and I had no damn way of knowing it still lived in you. I remember one morning, getting a call at what, 2 A.M? It was Kelly, calling from the hospital, telling me you’d been out drinking, a habit you’d taken up since Bradley Scott was born. Something we’d all seen you sliding into but no one was game. Before docking, she gave me her phone number and told me to call her when I was in the area. I didn't think I would be back but I saved her number anyway. She was the first woman I had sex with since leaving the business. It felt good to be with a young woman but sex for me still wasn't that important. I think I fucked her because I wanted to know I was still all right and not burned out since sex wasn't that important to me.It was about a month later when I got a call from a firm in Cincinnati.