"I turned and saw Bobby come in, with mammoth Rocky following her. He was dressed in jeans and a vest. No shirt with a do rag on his head, now sportin... a fairly long mustache.I told Millie, "keep them busy and I'll go out the back and leave. I don't want any trouble and they won't know I was here. Let me get."As I slipped out the back door to circle around, I thought I heard Bobby calling my name. I had just backed my bike out and was about to start it when Bobby came running out the door with. I turned around and found myself face to face with Travis. He handed me my glass of water. Our eyes met at the same height. A slight network of wrinkles around the eyes showed his age probably at late 30s to early 40s. I had already noticed those while we were in the water. He may not have been as young as I initially thought, but no less handsome-looking; more interesting actually.Looking into my eyes, he said “So you like the view, huh?”“Gorgeous” I replied before taking a sip from my. You asked me to do it.”“Sir, now forget all. Just talk with my husband. He’s here now.”She handed the phone to Nassar, as planned and he was going to talk in an angry tone.“You sister-fucker! You gaped my wife’s asshole.” Nassar said it aloud.“But she asked me. She lowered her trousers her own and went on her four, showing her sweet ass. You know how seducing she’s and her ass.” The pedagogue tried his last effort.“Women are shameless and innocent in someway. She’s never knew you’ll gape her. The man's feet, narrowly squeezed into silver-accented women's sandals, lithely danced across the kitchen floor towards the wife. She could just make out the outline of her bra and underwear beneath the tightly-worn dress. The wife cringed at the silhouetted bulge of the man's clearly unfeminine crotch. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He.