081413 #worm Hi. It's good to see you. Long hug. Feel the explosive impossible heat of her breasts pressed soft and warm into me. Stay there. Long time. Much longer than Hello. Breathe softly and slowly next to each other. Rock ever so slightly back and forth. Feel the plumpness of her back cupped in my hand. Press. Stay there. Little longer. Feel the need to let go. Time is coming; even though we have crossed the first line, there is another one coming that we will not cross. Not yet. Maybe not ever. We're not such children any more. We know better--