5'4", C cup breasts, brilliant long red hair, blue eyes. I knew how easily I attracted men in town, and yet I felt lucky to attract a man like Weston....I giggle a little to myself before i turn and head for the edge of town.Weston is there dressed up a fine silk tuxedo and flashes a perfect smile at me as I approach."Evening M'lady." He greets me."C'mmon Westy, you know how much I hate that proper crap!" I call at him.He grins at me. "Why do you think I say it? Lets get going."I wrap myself. John was pleased with himself — he was right about her taste and her casual way with money.He led her to the displays of neckties and questioned her about her husband's wardrobe; colors, fabrics, designers. He expertly chose ties and handed them to her for her inspection. Fate took over when one tie slipped from her hand just as John turned his head toward the front of the store. She saw it fall and instinctively reached to catch it. She trapped it against John's leg, leaving no doubt in her. "I watched her reaction and couldn't guess what was running through her mind. I looked down and could clearly see her nipples were as hard as mine, and I held back my urge to reach out and touch them. She sat comfortably beside me, our bodies still in contact, and without saying a word, she searched on the TV and found lesbian porn. I could barely breathe as she cursored down to a movie and clicked start.The movie started as a curvy redhead with large breasts took off her top in front of an. I had her pegged as a high school student at best and at worst as an underage jail-bait queen. Instead she is quite possibly older than I am and this makes me wonder again at her relationship with Greg? Poor guy must be lost in the room waiting for us. “What about Greg?” I ask. “What about Greg? Are you hot for him?” She asks. “No, I thought maybe you guys were like...” “Ha! No.” Sasha says but doesn't explain. The walk back to the room is no less a show than the walk to the bathroom but this.