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" I'm OK ... I mean ... I just didn't expect to see you. Please ... sit down. Can I get you something? Coffee, a drink?" A beer, if you've got one, thanks."She walked quickly to the kitchen and a few seconds later returned with a bottle of local lager."You look good, Colin. Are you OK ... I mean ... after the prison ... and everything?" Yeah ... I'm OK. Pissed off, but OK. But I'm curious, too. Why did you divorce me so quickly? You didn't even talk to me about it. You never visited me in prison. Did you hate me that much?" I was working up to an angry plateau once again."No! No! It wasn't that at all. Mr. Taggart told me that it was for my own safety. He said someone would want to hurt me for what you did. He said if I divorced you, it would look like I didn't want anything more to do with you. Then they moved me here to be safe. I didn't think I had a choice."She looked at me with a sad expression and I began to see the light. Taggart again! He couldn't resist fucking with me. It. After this long smooch we both were sweating in the heat so she tied up her hair and started kissing again.I gradually placed my hand over her boobs and started squeezing them gently. I asked her then what size it is? She said 34b. I couldn’t resist and lifted her t-shirt,she had black bra that day and her boobs were looking big and firm under them.I started pressing them more hardly and she started to give little moans. I then pulled up the bra and saw her naked big boobs for the first time.. Yes they were big . I touched them one by one and took one in mouth and started sucking. It was such a great pleasure playing with her boobs. I started to untie her jeans but she stopped and said enough! Not here. So we again started kissing and did bit of cuddling.After about 20 mins more it was getting too hot there so we had to stop and came out in the mall. We went back to car and started kissing again for few mins. I was thinking to take out her shirt completely but there were always some.
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