I pulled into the spot next to the Porsche, opened the door and jumped out. ‘Wright.’ He looked down at his watch. ‘You’re late.’ He looked ...ike a preparatory school jock dressed like that. Khaki dockers, loafers, a polo shirt, and a sweater. He was probably wearing a Rolex. I’d heard rumors of cash and West Point. I pulled at my jeans. I looked like a redneck hick. The right side of the tracks meets the wrong side of the tracks. I squelched the thought. There was usually a freight train or two. In my arms, she had a bob, my hands on her hips held her naked because she had a short tank top without a bra from her bare shoulders. She had a jean shorts cut with scissors rather too short and that showed three quarters of her tanned legs with a pair of white sandal.I rested on the ground, I overshot a good head, and I offered him entry.I offered him an orange squash and was using a cooler and we settled down on my big sofa.She made me a bit tense, she had her tanned legs sprawling on the. Sara pulled back form the hot kissing and said, "Tim, let me up baby."Coming to his senses Tim let her go."Oh God! I'm so sorry Mrs. Adams. I never meant..." He stopped in mid sentence and looked at the floor.Sara never let go of his hands as she stood before him, the robe completely untied now and Tim could see her smooth belly and the vee of her pussy. She made no effort to cover herself."It's ok Tim." She pulled him to his feet. "It's ok. But let's get a bit more comfortable."She led Tim to. It was one of those seedy looking places. It had studios, 1 and 2 bedroom apartments that looked like they'd been built in a hurry with cheap materials. I slowed down and then carefully pulled in after her. I just saw her disappearing into the building as I pulled into a spot several spaces down from her car.Jumping out and hurriedly following Laura I was just barely able catch a glimpse of her climbing the stairs to the second floor. I stood still and peered around the corner as she knocked on.