"So how late am I?" I asked the receptionist upon my arrival."Twenty minutes by the clock but only five minutes later than one of the others," she sai...."If I knew who all was in the room, I could tell you which one it was." I said smiling. I just walked on back to the conference room. "Sorry guys," I said upon entering. "I had trouble with one of Marty's piece of shit bikes." No, I didn't tell them that I let it run out of gas."Come on in we have been waiting," Jen said smiling at me. She. The first time I really noticed was one day when I was just sitting on the sofa watching TV with Sharon and her mum and dad when Katie came in from walking the dog and began to play fight with the dog. She was on all fours with her arse stuck up in the air and her pink thong was sticking out over the top of her jeans. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen as her bum wiggled from side to side as she played with the dog. Another time she was getting out of my old banger 2 door car and she pecked. The jaded old eyes looked into the mirror and saw the pretty hazel eyes of her host staring back with innocent gaze and just the right hint of breathless anticipation. It was so stimulating to her that she drove Debbie's finger into her snatch before she turned away from the pretty face and rubbed them deep inside her slit checking the level of moisture before departing the apartment.She walked down the subway steps allowing her hips to sway with a rhythm that was age old and never boring. Her. He would have never believed that one day, an incredible opportunity would come his way to 'father' a beautiful, white European married woman (and with the full encouragement of her husband), and yet that was precisely what had occurred.In some ways, he felt a twinge of guilt. The young European wife that he had impregnated, with her husband's full permission, had been extraordinarily beautiful, and though he had two wives, both Zambian, Mara had been something like an apparition; like a vision.