"What do you see in that jerk? He flashes money around like he's some big shot. He's just a spoiled little rich boy with a giant ego. And, a total ass...ole to boot," I blurted. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them.I saw fire in Cindy's eyes. "Don't talk to me like that!" she almost screamed. "You don't know anything about him. Besides, who I date is my business and not yours." Her face was red with anger.The room suddenly fell silent. Both of us were steaming. I figured a. As usual, Keira stepped out the front door before I climbed the steps. She was gorgeous, beautiful enough that I forgot about the Norton. She'd collected her pale red hair into a ponytail. Tendrils had escaped to brush her cheeks. Her soft brown eyes studied me, a lovely smile on her mouth. She wore a thin, olive green camisole that suited her and tight dark blue narrow-leg jeans, pink sneakers. The outfit emphasized her slender youth, her petite breasts, her narrow hips."You look incredible,". It contained all the pent up sexual energy and tension from my neglecting her. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth searching for my tongue and when she found it she sucked it into her mouth and moved back and forth on it like she was giving me a blowjob. I retracted my tongue and inhaled a breath. I smelled the smell that women have after taking a bath or shower. A couple of scented bath soaps and shower gels, mixed with the pleasant aroma of my wife’s skin and damp hair. To say that my. He was about 6 feet 2 inches, broad built with tight black hair, a fair sprinkling of gold jewellery and whiter than white teeth. His shorts were off white, spotlessly clean and showed a sizeable bulge. He looked to be about 32 or so. His friend was considerably younger and I would have put him as about 18 or 19. He was also quite tall, say about 5 feet 11 inches, but much thinner. He was wearing hideously bright, baggy surf shorts and a white vest. He was a very attractive young.