I pressed my lips to her inner thighs and ran my lips all the way up to her crotch, and then moved my lips down her other thigh to her knee. Oh, God, ... love that, she said softly. I reached up and unsnapped her shorts. She moved her butt off the couch for a second, and tugged at the hem, pulling them and her panties down with one movement. I pulled them down to her ankles, and she kicked them aside. I looked up — right into her thick black muff. She had dark black pubic brown hair, and her. "Vic, its me," she started. "Why did you just leave? Why are you so mad?" Is this another one of your sick jokes?" he answered. "You really crossedthe line on the last one. My lawyer is preparing the divorce papers, and Iexpect you'll sign them." Divorce! It was just a harmless prank. You are really over reacting." No, I don't think so. You proved you can't be trusted. Look, I'm busy rightnow. If you want to continue this, I'll stop by after dinner. I need more ofmy clothes anyway." Ok, I'll be. She changed from her school clothes into a short black skirt and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She only buttoned the two middle buttons, leaving her belly button and chest partially exposed, just enough to tease, but not enough to look slutty. It hadn't been hard to find the building; she knew the address by heart. Once in the building she found out what floor from the receptionist in the lobby. The woman had offered to call Jason for her, but she had asked her not. He spoke little, and wasn't particularly notable when he did deign to speak, but his memory was downright uncanny, making him valuable at filling in blanks you may have carelessly left in your notes. Slim, pale, lightly muscled but stronger than he looks, he cuts a decent figure himself, with a handsome face hidden somewhere behind that unsure expression. With some confidence he could be a real lady-killer.Then there's you, Alex Summers. You're a good person whose genuine first interest is.