His mature hands touching my body.
His warm breath brushing my neck.
Pushed against a wall.
Alone. Only with him.
No one who could stop us.
I can’t think about anything else.
The craving gets stronger with every minute.
<b>you know you are becoming weird when your picking out your outfit isn't like :</b> "oh I like this and how's the weather today"<p/><b>but it's more like:</b> "oh with what kind of outfit can I impress middle aged men?"<p/></p>