A slow look at me told me that his buzz was in full swing. I made my move and slid myself into his lap. One leg on each side, facing him with my hands... sliding around his neck, up the back of his head. In one fluid motion, I pressed myself into him and landed on his lips. I felt hesitation in his hands. Motionless. I continued, seeing if I could provoke a response. His hands moved, across my legs, up my sides, to my back. His breadth was unsteady, nervousness. Even with the alcohol numbing his. "Stand up, and put your hands up against the wall," he told her. She assumed what all of the old police shows called "the position," and Steve did what all those TV cops routinely did, hooking her ankles with the top of his foot, and pulling her feet back and apart. He started patting her down, as if searching her for weapons. He started at her hips, then moved up her sides, and forward across her chest, stopping to squeeze and caress her breasts.His hands moved down her chest, and across her. As soon she pushed his hand the other guys too joined in and started folding her boobs. She kept pushing their hand but her efforts were useless as everytime they came in with more force. The groping continued with them becoming more and more confident with each passing seconds.Their hands were all over her boobs as they squeezed those soft melons in their rough hands. She kept trying to lose their hands but they were professional when it came to groping. Her efforts were going down the drain. I'll admit, it sounded good, but getting myself motivated to do it was a different matter. Anyway, the next day I flew back to St. Louis.The TransformationSeveral weeks had gone by since I came home from Mark's house and my routine had not changed. I was getting restless, but didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I remembered Denise and the time we had. I felt good with her for that ever-brief time. She made me feel good and desired. She made me feel young. And I wanted that feeling again while I.