“Promptness,” She exclaimed, “I like that in a person, it shows respect, something that is sadly lacking in our society. Come on over and I’ll...introduce you to my friends and we can get started.In the centre of the room, Meg had set up an ornate card table covered in green felt; standing next to it were two women about the same age as Meg. This she said is Marlene, we’ve been friends for longer than I care to remember, and this is Janet, who I’ve known for almost as long. Our husband, who. We chatted and shared jokes. After a few days, we became good friends. She used to ask about my life, my girlfriend, and everything. I also ask about her hobbies and boyfriend before marriage and all. I used to ask her to share her problems with me.I consoled her that all will be fine and if there’s anything I can help, I will do it. One day I took a casual leave from office since I was not feeling well. Aunty saw me and invited me for lunch. My parents had gone to the village and my wife was. I then opened them again and looked at her.The last year or so had not been kind to Linda. She did indeed look underfed. If she topped over 90 pounds now I would be amazed. The long brown hair I remembered reaching past her shoulders to the middle of her back was now a frizzy blonde, looking more in fashion with a Valley Girl of three or four years ago. She was wearing short tight blue shorts, and a tank top that was equally short.And lewdly tight across her torso. I had caught a glimpse. “Fuck that, I want your cum, mijo,” he said. “Al, baby please,” I said, laughing. This laughter was more an indicator I was getting closer, and nervous about my juices being splattered all over the chair, as I’m a huge cummer. As I mentioned, he knew how to push my buttons, and started speaking Spanish in a suggestive tone, giving off that sexy accent that would stop me in my tracks instantly. He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes, rubbed my body, then got back to it, this time.