Do I smell coffee?”“She nodded at the pot and said, “Help yourself and pour one for me.”Benny poured two cups and leaned his butt against the ...counter sipping as he watched her whisk the eggs. The motion made her tits jiggle and caused a stirring in his shorts.“So, did your folks get off OK?”“Yeah, I guess, but I was still zonked so I didn’t even hear them leave.”“I hope your grandpa does OK.”“Me too.”Becky added a little milk and a few dashes of Tabasco to the eggs and continued whisking the. I grab her elbow and kissed her on her cheek, but she was busy in touching my body and didn’t bother. This gave me a boost and I kissed her on her lips and started smooch her. She also started responding as if she was thirsty for this. While kissing I placed my hand on her neck then slowly moved towards her shoulder, suddenly her pallu fall down and her cleavage and breast with blouse exposed. My hands went down from shoulder to her right boob and started squeezing them softly as they were so. So when evening came she drove over to mine and brought a bottle of wine with her. We worked into things slowly almost like a proper date really and she asked me to show her my room so I walked her upstairs and we sat there for good half an hour supping wine and the drink doing its job , she said I feel drunk and started kissing me , I said I actually like you which she said no that's not our deal . Anyway she got hold of my now bulging area on top of my jogging type trousers and started. She lays a folded sheet across my breasts. ‘Pinch the corners of this for just a sec.’ I do, and she carefully tugs the cover sheet from beneath it, pulling it down and exposing my abdomen. I try not to think about what she may be thinking. She’s a professional, I remind myself. Not that it helps. Professionals can be nit-picky critics, too. But, really, what does it matter if she finds my tummy repulsive? How can I expect her opinion to differ from my own? The worst, of course, doesn’t happen..