Hot Blog: HONEY CHEST said finally. "I know I've been treating you like shit all day long, but I was so confused. One moment I was berating myself for what I was doing. The next, remembering and wanting more, much more," she said breathlessly. "I had decided to somehow drive you away, you're being here simply too tempting for me to deal with, or control myself over. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was complicate things or hurt you in anyway."
I turned to face her, kissing her passionately. And for a moment, she returned my kiss with a hunger even more desperate than my own. Breaking away, she held me at arms length, it was hard not to stare at her exposed breasts, I wanted to once again capture them with my lips and make love to them exactly as I had done the day before.
"Nicky," I knew then that only she could ever call me that. Not Nick, but "Nicky". "I'm nearly fifty eight years old!" She stated. I am at least forty years older than you are, and have no business doing this, you're much too young for me, and should be 'experiencing' things like this with girls your own age!"