Erotic Blog: American Day Dreams walking along holding hands and I think Pat felt my hesitation because she squeezed my hand in a tender manner that I didn't think she had in her.
That weekend we didn't fuck. We made love. Long, slow, tender, love. I didn't know how long she was going to be in this mood but I certainly enjoyed it.
Saturday and Sunday Night as Pat lay pressed against me and I squeezed a beautiful breast I tried to piece all of it together. By Sunday night I thought I'd pretty much figured it all out.
Pat knew she and I had both been set up by Angel that weekend she'd gone nuts and I'd had no part in it.
When she'd got us both infected it was her indiscretion, not mine, and I was trying to correct her mistake.
