She was wearing a black coat, black leggings and white trainers. She took off her coat, I was fixated on the tight black top which she had on undernea...h. She wasn't wearing a bra, this displayed her hot fat belly and big tits perfectly and her nipples were clearly visible. We sat on my couch and had a drink. After about 20 minutes, neither of us had mentioned Angie. Even though she was clearly in both of our thoughts. Then she mentioned her name so in a spur of the moment decision, I asked. In the lounge, my son is sitting on our large settee and I waste no time settling next to him and sipping more of the red wine I’d started drinking during our meal. The wine was making me feel hot while we exchange small talk, chatting about ordinary every day happenings. Just one difference: I felt sexual energy building between us. It was the way he’s looking at me, especially my breasts. He was drooling.I stood and turned on a small lamp at the side of the settee, then slowly walked over to. .. find central meeting place, make signs, emergency gear.“Back to getting a message outside. I guess I could leave a message at the gate ... I bet there are multiple gates around the city. Maybe put a message at each of them? Have to come up with a way to draw attention to them ... add that to the To-Do. Plus, gotta come up with a way for them to tell me where to go to meet up.“Also gotta work out what to tell them. That I’m alive, for one thing. Give them a rundown on the situation inside the. ‘Why her?’ ‘Because she’s white, like her mother and seems to rather like me. What does Bayda mean?’ ‘White.’ ‘Oh how lovely.’ They wandered hand-in-hand up to the house for coffee and returning with the saddle bags, saddled up and were off. After about half a mile Trinity asked Fenton very casually, ‘Have you had sex with Paula?’ ‘Yep and she’s not my blood cousin.’ Trinity made no reply. ‘Are you mad at me?’ ‘No, Paula told me Owen and she had just met and they have really clicked. She said.