Priyanka was so shy, and her face got red when she saw that I removed her bra this way.I grabbed Priyanka’s waist and lifted her. I started walking ...towards my bedroom. She looked at me with a naughty smile, and her nipples were visible through her crop top because I removed her bra. I threw her on my bed and got on top of her. I grabbed her boobs and started squeezing them.If you guys don’t know, I love grabbing boobs. To all the girls reading this story, can you grab and squeeze your boobs for. We looked at each other for a long moment. I shook off the shock. ‘Where are my manners?’ I remarked. ‘Please, would you join me?’ I reached out to pull the chair near me out from the table. She nodded and sat down in a sinuous movement. I didn’t remember she had that much grace before we were divorced, but memories are always suspect. We remember the last thing we see of a person and my last view of Sherrie hadn’t been a flattering one for her. ‘Thank you,’ she said. We looked each other over. I didn’t know how to respond.“Have I embarrassed you?” Pam asked as she looked in my direction.“Ok hell no,” I quickly replied. “I’d do you in a heart-beat.”I quickly amended myself to say, “I mean . . .you are a very beautiful and sexy woman.”Pam chuckled as she brushed her long blonde hair back over her bare shoulders.It was an awkward moment, but the awkwardness quickly went away when Pam pulled to the side of the road and shut off the engine. She turned and looked at me.“Kiss me,” she. I excitedly agreed and counted the hours to seven on Saturday. She asked for casual dress, jeans and tee shirts were the expected and I wore my favorite Levi’s that were slightly too tight and a black button up silk shirt but left it un-tucked. I brought a bottle of wine and timed it to be there right at seven.She greeted me at the door in a pair of Old Navy jeans and a navy blue turtle neck short sleeve shirt that hugged her curves so nice I just wanted to hug and kiss her right there. I.