They’re polarizing. Some frown at me and wrinkle their nose in distaste. They’re the tight-ass ones in matronly clothes, conservative and carefull... coiffed. They probably see me and think they’re going to be ravished. In their dreams!Other women smile and study me. They’re measuring and assessing - am I as rough as the jeans, shirt, and cowboy boots suggest? They inspect my clothes for signs of a poseur and, when they see that my jeans are well worn and there’s no fashion label on my shirt,. I touched it with my fingers. Anita jerked and let out a soft moan. I gently moved my fingers over her hair and her eyes were already half closed. I decided to play with it a little more before cutting it. I turned the TV back on to lighten the mood. Pretending to watch TV I again slowly moving my fingers on her underarm hair without touching her skin. I could tell she felt it and but she did not move. I slowly started to gently pull the hair, roll them and swirl them around. I knew she was. I of course agreed to go and watch a movie with her.I got home and got ready after eating some dinner, I drove out to the address she had given me parked and walked up knocked on the door. Jessica answered in a little tight T-shirt and some black yoga type pants. Wow she looked HOT with that tight clothes hugging every curve of her body! I walked in and she had a beautiful home, I even felt out of place honestly but I was there for a reason. She asked me if I wanted something to eat but I had. Then I got out of the car and opened her door for her."Let's get rooms and then we can go over there for dinner.” I said while I thought, “Who knows I might catch you on the rebound."She took my hand as she exited and smiled. She didn't have to tell me how that would never be anything between us; I figured that part out for myself. I told you we think way too much alike!We walked in and I saw both Gail and Stephanie at the entranceway. Gail saw us, but Stephanie had her back turned. As the.