.. yeah baby! Not too bad.I was just getting the drinks poured when Whitney emerged in her soft robe."What did I do to ever deserve this?" she asked."... guess it's just 'tit for tat', or something like that?" Sorry, I'm not always funny. She giggled, but she's polite like that.We talked over dinner about the job interview coming up. I was taking the day off, going to my sister Kylie's house to get ready, then interviews all afternoon. We talked about maybe having to move if I worked way over. ’ I was grateful to take my mind off brooding at home on my own, so I turned up with a bottle of wine and a bottle of coke for the girls. I realised my mistake when the door opened, as did my mouth when I saw this tall athletic red-head in a tight t-shirt and shorts. We established I was at the right house, and I realised that five plus fifteen was twenty, and her name was Steph. The now eighteen year old daughter was a petite blond, equally jaw dropping, and called Claire. When their mum. ” Karl said nothing for a few minutes. “I’ve noticed a few retail premises in town empty,” he told her. “I know. Rent and rates though are astronomical here.” “Fancy a wander around later? “What, now?” she asked him. “Why not? We can always take note of any suitable premises and contact them later.” Claire looked at him. She was only just getting used to being his lover; getting involved in business with him was something entirely different. “What, you are thinking about... “ “Maybe.” . She was now topless. She was a wild and wanton woman who squirmed her hips and shifted her shoulders so the ends of her honey-colored hair could caress her turgid breasts and stiffened nipples.Down below she was wearing a G-string type of thing. It was not much larger than an eye patch with the two elastic bands leading away from the groin like two long fingers that clasped her hip bone. Her legs were long, almost perfect, the thighs firm and the muscles ripply visibly under the caramel skin as.