Our meeting that afternoon was not without its own two-way emotional entrapment. Redtube was no guarantee of my continued good behavior. “Okies well look, my plan always was for us to get the house first – which I still plan on doing before Christmas incidentally, then we gather unto ourselves our what? “I’ll take my chances,” she whispered. She too was now encroaching on emotional melt-down, fully unable to repel my hand which now was gently squeezing both breasts beneath her top. Gradually she opened her pretty eyes. To the right a rather attractive lookout has been built up in a lightly treed area which obviously affords welcome relief mid-summer. Slipping her arms around my neck, she returned my kiss with much the same passion I recall us mustering that day down by the Ohio river.
