Saliva ran down her chin and onto her neck. She held my dick stuck against her cheek as we exchanged smoke and another deep kiss. God! Love those lip...s!! All of them!! After she let her smoke out with a bit of cough. We ambled over to her off-White, soft-Leather couch/sofa. Her small, chubby, hour-glass, figure led me to the edge of her couch. Where she promptly sat down and laid back. Her creamy body seemed to just melt into the couch. Her head rested against the back of it and her red hair. While helping her in the kitchen I keep looking for opportunities to touch her or accidentally bump into her or rub myself and keep joking with her to make her laugh and make her feel light and free, she drops and onion and bends down to pick it up and her pallu falls completely and she notices me and was also enjoying my attention on her, and now she tries to show tempt me indirectly by playing around with me by showing her cleavage more frequently and she also notices the hard on in my shorts. . I mean it's not like the two people are in love or anything. It's, it's just..." Sex!" Gladys offered. "And let me ask you. What was it all about for the 75% of those people who got divorced? And how about all of those so-called 'two-in-love' who had abortions? Don't tell me it was love, else why is marriage a dying breed? And if it wasn't about love, then it was about sex. S-E-X. That's all. And let me tell you, I'd rather have sex with someone that I know cares for me, who I'm sure isn't. I danced for about two hours. I heard details in the music I would have never noticed before, and I heard how they reflected off the walls. I’d catch someone’s eye and they would smile, put a hand in the small of my back, the other on my arm, and just say “It’s good isn’t it?” / “Wow”.Sight, sound, Justine, and touch—everything was better than before. Just for a few moments, two bodies may synchronize. Mine and Nathan. Justine and Yael. Yael and me. Nathan and a stranger. I’d put a hand flat on.