I love fucking myself sometimes but right now I’m hungry for a woman’s body!Like that one there! Look at her! Standing outside the grocer’s in t...he busy shopping strip, obviously waiting for someone. She’s wearing a backless brown halter neck top and white shorts – so short you can see the curve of her arse cheeks, and it is such a fuckable arse I nearly shoot a big thick load just looking at her! She’s not young, late thirties or early forties perhaps, good figure, maybe Greek – and very very. It certainly was not going to end anytime soon, she thought grimly. She glanced at Jason, whose ice-blue eyes were fixated on the screen. He was barely taller than her five foot nine frame, but he was reed thin and wiry strong. Things she could barely lift, he seemed to have little trouble moving. It amazed her at times. His wavy blond hair appeared to always be in disarray, but there was always warmth in his eyes behind those wire rimmed glasses he wore. Leslie reached out and touched his. I saw her again in 2012 after I left that job and I ended up giving her my number and address for a saturday afternoon coffee and a catch up since she was in the same area. I still don't know what I was thinking but when she turned up I felt that it was a pretty bad idea.Nothing happened. We drank coffee, smoked and talked about everything mutual and then got onto the subject of her marriage to a man (who I knew by face) who used to beat her and now worked nights and was never home. That was. ” I said softly, touching one of her elbows lightly to get her attention.When she finally looked up at me, there was a weird smile on her face.“Yes.”What? “Yes?” I asked, confused. She wasn’t making sense.“Yes, I will eat dinner with you and yes, I want to see your dorm room.” she said quietly.Oh? Oh! “That sounds wonderful! Um, do you have a car?” I asked hopefully.She nodded.“I think I would like to take you to dinner off campus. Someplace nice.” I told her. “But I don’t have a license, not.