They look sexy no matter what they wear. For me Sherry was that woman. Let me tell you about this little sex kitten. I saw her leaning up against th... rail that separated the bar from the dance area. She was about 5 foot two inches tall. Brunet hair, she had a cute smile. She wore a fuzzy green angora sweater. Her breasts were probably an A cup size. She was so small that it was difficult to tell if she was wearing a bra or not. From the moment I laid eyes on her I realized that she was. She knows exactly how to appeal to my wild side because I'm basically a more slutty, younger version of her. I pressed myself back against her, feeling the electricity course through my body at the thought, and nodded breathlessly.We sprinted into the nearest changing room, and each grabbed an armful of jeans to try on. After a hurried look around the store, we headed towards the changing rooms and went to an empty one in the middle of the hallway. I hadn't even heard the door click shut when. We sat in the den and talked for a long time."My father looked at her for a moment and then smiled. "Perhaps we need to meet and talk to this young man more and soon."Marianne said, "Dad, he will be here for lunch. He's Uncle Billy 's nephew."Anna served our plates with a smile. I had fruit to go with my usual breakfast choices. Karen had fruit along with a nice looking slice of ham. Our coffee was just right. As she was serving me, Karen gave Anna's waist a hug. It was a happy period.Irene. Patton refocused.“Double-scotch neat,” he said.As Patton shifted to find his wallet, he locked eyes with a young man sitting against the wall, down from the elbow of the bar. If Patton saw this man anywhere else, he’d have to say this gent was a surfer. And he just may have been a surfer – perhaps a gay surfer. The young man looked to be in his early twenties - with long blonde hair and a smooth tanned face. Patton couldn’t help but linger in his gaze.How is he alone? Probably waiting for.