“For the next hour I’m your present. XXNX He pulled her tightly to him, arms wrapped around her again, one hand on her shoulder one on her breast. Taught him to dance, taught him to kiss. He couldn’t see under her skirt but now her legs were bare below the knee. He had tears in his eyes. “Yeah, see? I’m not sad really. With both hands. She used to drink several times that much through a straw every day just between meals without realising it was killing her. “Thank you for touching me there.” Kiss. One week she cut out the sugary drinks. He was also showing off, and it was working: she was aroused without knowing it, and arousal helps the drive to work out. Such a common story: she tried to exercise but heavy as she was it was painful and she got discouraged. I’ve certainly noticed. Give it a try? A naughty thought came over her. Now you go out there and remember too.”
You can imagine how impressed I was with Jennifer when she told me this story. “If it’s not too much to ask, then, well…”
He moved his hand around, cupped her ass, still under her panties.
