She finished the lunches and then set them aside and as she did she saw me watching her."What are you looking at?"Another unlikely Bea action. "Nothin...g, just sitting here sipping my coffee."She turned back to the counter and I walked over to her, spun her around and kissed her. When I let go she gave me a funny look, "What was that for?" Why does it have to be for something? Can't I just kiss the woman I love because I want to?"Bea gave me quizzical look and then she went off to round up the. But looking back on it now, I doubt I would change a thing.When it all started, I was a 32 years old male whose life hasn't been easy. I mistakenly believed the hype and went to an expensive top of the line college for a liberal arts degree. As you can expect, when I graduated, all I for you four years of effort was a sizable crippling debt and a job that didn't make more than the interest on that debt. But after years of working a shit job for no money and no respect, my luck finally turned. As we got closer she heard us and turned around to look at us. Her T-shirt was so short that we could see the under part of her hanging breasts. She wasn’t very old either, in fact she didn’t look much older than us. She was really pretty and she had nice brown hair in a ponytail hanging down her back to her waist.She kept an eye on us as we grabbed our fishing poles and equipment and then let our bikes fall to the ground. We went downstream a bit but not far enough where we couldn’t keep an. She leaned forward for a kiss, and whispered in his ear, "I just think it's funny that you opened the door for me while I can still feel the cane marks on my ass from before we left."Ken smiled. Jane could have healed the deep welts criss-crossing her ass minutes after she'd gotten them. She hadn't, of course; she enjoyed the pain too much. He could have denied her an orgasm, too, but hadn't. There was no telling what an aroused Jane would do and while he knew that Antonia would happily have.