He was staring at me. My cheeks grew hot under his gaze, and I stood up abruptly. I headed towards the circle of my former teammates to ge... a better glance at the man. His deep brown hair and pale blue eyes clashed magnificently, and even though he appeared to be in his mid-forties he was a very handsome man. He had finely toned calves from the angle at which I viewed him, and his shorts hiked up a little as he leaned back into the bench. His thighs were well bronzed and bulging. She was no fool, this one—she knew just when to stop and run her foot back down to his ankle, leaving him shuddering and wanting more. With a look vowing complete revenge, he smiled as the waiter came to pour more wine for the both of them. The rest of the meal consisted of this back-and-forth play between them, both physically and psychically. He paid the check and left a generous tip for the excellent non-service, and they headed out through the main dining room to the front door. He made. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained. "Amanda bit her lower lip. She still loved her son even though he didn't seem to respect her at all."Adam is still downstairs." she mumbled as Andy pulled the tiny monokini over her gigantic tits."Didn't you make him cum already?" he asked. She nodded. "Then the bastard is asleep already." Andy said dismissively. "Lets go."Amanda stared herself in the mirror again and then back at her son."I can't go out like this. We will get arrested."Her breasts still leaked milk.Andy didn't care. He.