I stopped and stared. Behind the espresso machine was the most beautiful redhead I had ever seen. Okay, maybe she wasn't classically beautiful, but sh... was my ideal of a redhead. She was tall and lithe, with that classic red hair, pale ivory skin, and a round face.I tried not to stare but couldn't help it. She was an eidolon, an ideal come to life. She was Galatea, a statue of a Goddess come to life. She was... Well, you get the idea: I was entranced. She put the latte up and I realized that I. Now, finally at home he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, as he used to do so many years ago when he first started dating the woman who later became his wife. She opened the door looking absolutely stunning in the gown. He stood at the door while she went back inside to grab her purse and then opened the door for her. ‘Well Marie, are you ready for our date?’ ‘Oh Henry, of course I am.’ ‘And what time does your father want us home,’ he asked. ‘Well, not that it really matters. Damn, she wasbeautiful! I could hardly wait to see her naked. "Nice, huh?" shequeried, slowly turning so I could see her from all sides. I nodded again, my eyesbeginning to glaze in anticipation. "Well then, let?s findout how much you appreciate what you see. Harden your cock for me,"she ordered. Obediently I reached for mymeat and started playing with it, concentrating on the woman's spandex-coveredthighs. It was humbling though wonderfully hot for me to be there,. As the heir of the Lemos corporation, and with the way things stood now, she was probably the richest woman in Sao Paolo, if not one of the richest in all of Brazil. And every time she thought of that, she felt a certain longing between her legs.Success and money turned her on like nothing else, and even though she didn’t have time nor patience, nor frankly, even the desire for a partner, she had ways and means to satisfy her urges. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze ran slowly across the.