I feel that there is a gold mine buried in these properties."Deb was queried whether she had a picture of Reb, her sister. She extracted a photo from ...he wallet she carried in her jeans pocket and handed it to me. Reb was a gorgeous lady, with a perfectly proportioned body, a delightful face with pug nose and striking red hair cascading to her waist. My immediate reaction was a steel like erection with a strong desire to lay eyes and hands on her at the first opportunity.The next question was. Shove my cock down their throats and up their asses until they gape and beg for my load. Hell, I’d even be happy rubbing my cock all over their tight yoga pant asses and blasting a load all over them, then licking it all up (but that is another story).I’m not an abuser of women. I treat them with respect and usually keep my urges to myself.My point is that I don’t think they know the urges that they create in men (or at least me) by the way that they dress.The problem is that most women do not. For about the next hour we just talked about school and friends girlfriends and boyfriends (none of which where close to Allison age which made me even more excited) but then we were interrupted by Uncle James and my Mom and Dad saying they were going out to show Uncle James the new park that had been constructed over the year. We declined the offer to go saying we’d watch some TV and I’d show Allison the new kitchen we got. When our parents left the house we sat and talked for about five. ‘Don’t stay like a marble sculpture; take off your clothes!’ she said to the technician who was sitting on the bed looking at her and incapable to make a move. ‘But… But…’ Mike tried to protest but she cut him off. ‘Like I told you, I will meet a client in…’ the woman looked at her Hublot watch on her left wrist and continued: ‘forty-five minutes so we don’t have much time, Mike.’ She smiled saying his name and threw him a passionate look. Her hand slipped under the thong and continued to rub.