I began to feel angry, a rage in fact. Angry with myself but also with the beauty I could see through the window. I was losing control. But I was alwa...ys in control my confidence hardening to steel by the overdosed potion. No it was Stacey who was too sure of herself. Yes the little foxy bitch was just too damn hot for her own good.Stacey saw me climbing over the back fence and opened the door. "What's wrong, erm there's a front door your welcome to use." She cocked her head in puzzlement the. The bustier was so tight that it was possible that she wasn't really all that well endowed, it was just that the pressure of her top was pushing everything she had up and out. Still, it was very nice to see, and the outfit suited her figure to perfection."Hi, my name's Jasmine," she said in a voice that didn't quite seem to fit the outfit: a little too high, like maybe the bustier was even tighter than it looked. "Nice ta meetcha."Not wanting to seem rude, he replied, "I'm Robby, Doug's. " C'mere," I challenged, walking toward the mirror over my dresser. "Stand back-to-back." We backed together. I could feel her shoulder blades on mine. Our heads touched."See, I'm taller." I was trying to glance sideways at the mirror without giving a centimeter."No way. Look, my ears are higher than yours." What? Like hell." Face-to-face," she commanded. On impulse, we spun around and faced one another, our noses nearly touching. We were so close, our eyes couldn't focus with any real clarity.. He was a bit restless at first and didn't seem to like it but he knew if he wanted to continue he'd have to learn to cuddle to my satisfaction.Anyway, by the time he left for his new job across the country he was well versed in the art of lovemaking. We did one final lovemaking session and he made my toes curl with some wonderful foreplay and sex.Fast forward to a few days ago where we met for dinner where I haven't seen him in a few years, and it's been about ten years since we last were.