I was losing my mind thinking of her, day dreaming and checking her out. She usually wore baggy clothes in the house but lately her clothes were amazi...ng. She even left her underwear lying around her room for my viewing pleasure. It was getting hard for me to control myself around her. All I wanted was to taste that delicious, small, trimmed pussy and fuck her until we both had mind-blowing orgasms.Then, in the middle of one night, I was awoken by slow, warm strokes under my blanket. First I. He liked what he was looking at, but for all of what she’d said to him, they were strangers and this wasn’t a whorehouse. He almost winced as that thought hit him. Other than the strictest western connotation in that she was or she wasn’t, the whole concept didn’t apply to her at all. She saw his glance at her breasts for just an instant. “They were very slight bits of nothing by themselves,” she said, “I lost my baby early in the third trimester and I was given implants to even get them to. ’ ‘Me.’ ‘Oh come on Jazz, he’s been going round like a headless chicken since you’ve come on to the scene.’ ‘But Gloria, I was a passing moment for him, I have no wish to come between you and Arnie.’ Gloria squeezed Jazz’s hand and sighed — I tried and tried but I’m just not the woman for him. Too predicable, too fussy and authoritative I feel. Our relationship has been just a friendship with the occasional your know what when both of us are between dates, I know now not to expect anything. With my right index finger I twirled her locks. Then I caressed her forehead, she shivered with my touch. I slowly kissed her closed eyes and she took a deep breath. I put a finger on her nose and slowly moved it down to her lips and rested them there. She slowly parted her lips and I put my finger inside and felt the inside contours of her lips. My finger slowly traveled to her neck drawing slow long lines from her neck to the top of her bosom. She was breathing heavily with anticipation. I.