Quinton sees a beautiful lady with deep liquid brown eyes. She moved through the crowd as if expecting someone to bark at her. Dark glossy hair, shoul...er length and curly. Pink lips and cheeks, her eyes shy and sad. As he watches from his vantage point at the end of the bar, he continues to do inventory. Large bosom, at least 44DD he would guess, putting a number on them, as men tend to do. Rounded belly, her ass matches her breasts he decides. Soft shoulders, the bra strap evident under her. I said it was not a problem. I would be delighted to service her request. As she turned on her tummy for me to begin her back, I saw what she meant when she said her back needed more work. She still had a long thin Astroglide covered probe in her anus. She said she just got started with it when I came in. It was starting to stir her insides and wanted me to maneuver it while doing her backside. I was thinking, this was the same slick probe she used the day before yesterday along with the. . to banish it from her mind and body.Bobby turned and saw her. He started toward her. She almost turned and walked away from him, but her legs wouldn’t obey the command to move.“Hi,” he said. He was so casual ... so normal ... so ... Bobby.“That’s your baby,” she heard her mouth say.Bobby looked over his shoulder at Felicity, who had rejoined her husband. Chester had taken the baby, and was holding him, bouncing him just like Bobby had, while Felicity talked to the people facing them.“I. Carly sat up in bed and stared at her reflection in the full length dressing mirror that stood in the corner of the room. Maybe she should cut her hair. Or dye it brown. Or red. Redheads were happy and free and impulsive. She at least had the impulsive part down. Although, now that she thought about it she didn’t actually have any evidence to suggest redheads were happy. Maybe it was a stereotype, although it seemed to be one she’d created on her own. Were red-heads happier? Did other people.