She's a great-looking woman. About 5' 6" or 7". Broad shoulders, good legs, breasts all over her chest, but not huge or flabby. None of her is flabby....Tan everywhere but where the bottom of her little bathing suit was. Square face and jaw, full lips, dark brown eyes that see everything. Brown hair cut square to shoulder length, not frizzy or anything. Simple. No paint. Knotted gold studs in her ears. No hair on her crotch; think I'll let that ride for a while.She didn't mind that I looked her. He straightened in the chair as she got closer, and pulled another chair out beside him for her to sit. She ignored this completely, and instead straddled his legs and sat down directly on his lap, again taking him by surprise. As she reached behind her to set her drink down on the table the fabric of her top strained across the fullness of her breasts, and his eyes were involuntarily drawn to them as if by magnets. After he broke his gaze, focused again on her face, it was too late, and she. Rh’aan just simply kept quiet, finding it a bit amusing. However, there was one thing she especially did not find so amusing at this time. She turned her head about to face him; her one hand perched beneath her cheekbone.“Hey Justin…you sound like a real heroic type to me.”He looked at her, surprised at this. “Me, being of heroic types you say? Yeah I would agree, nothing can scare me in the least…why?”“How do you define a hero?”While considering this, still working with his hands, he has. A skirt would be easier to put on than pants right now, for sure. But why the brassiere? I asked her when she arrived. Again she was wearing a richlytextured, fashionably cut, expensive-looking suit, and smalldiamond studs in her ears, and stockings, and high, high heeledpumps, looking like an ad in the Sunday New York Times. Again,hair and face impeccably groomed. Why hadn't I noticed earlierthat her nails were always polished, perfectly groomed? She lookedat me and answered, "Never.