"What makes you so sure she did the splitting?" Don't give me that. I saw the way Phil looked at her. You and I talked about it." Maybe you and I were...wrong." She purposefully let her thigh brush my leg for a few steps. It was a pleasant late-May evening, and Alice had taken advantage of it, wearing a black leather miniskirt to emphasize her shapely legs and a loose black cotton blouse to deemphasize what she considered her underprivileged chest. We entered the lobby, exchanged greetings with. The christian zealot is mad I did not attend the Mass to thank the God who saved his very life from the hands of cancer. I went there once, though. To pray. I had teary eyes and a nice dagger through my heart and it helped me to beg a lot. And miraculously a week later the doctor said you had five more years. I thanked God… It’s been four years since then, and you know I know it’s time to start begging again. But Ian, I don’t think it will help. The coffee is getting cold like it always does. God she has huge boobs I could see the swell and shape of then thru her dressing gown then further down over the gentle swell of her tummy her gown was cracked open a bit and i could see a bit of thigh mmmm thats nice I thought I could feel my cock stirring I only had a pair of shorts on so i had to adjust myself so it didn't become to obvious I tried to concentrate on the tv but i kept glancing down, her gown was gaping a bit now I could see down the front mmmm cleavage and no bra she was. “Not at all.”We kissed again before she slipped off of my lap and moved back to her chair. I casually adjusted my pants as she sat down and took a sip of her drink, looking like the cat that ate the canary.“And what do we want to have for dinner?” I asked.“Hm,” she said, running her finger around the rim of her glass. “I thought we already had it.”“You are a minx. Shall we order something to share?”“I don’t want to share. I want it all to myself.”I smiled at her and took a sip of my drink.“You.