We met serving together at a hole in the wall restaurant in the western United States. I had been there for about six months, I was 24, and so lonely... One day,she walked in, applied and I knew she would kill it here. She was 5'9" tall, slim body (at that time) with a great set of breasts. She always use to wear these low cut shirts because she knew she had a great rack and the bikers ate it up!After she got the job (I knew she would), we worked together for 6 months before we had our first. Be right back. We need to get moving." I literally ran to my room and put on my tennis clothes and shoes, not in a big hurry.I went back to get Carol and she was just tying her shoes. She looked stunning in her short skirt tennis outfit with her hair back and her scoop blouse showing her cleavage. Oh, well, it's what the stars wear on TV. From the bottom hem of her skirt to the top of her anklets, her long legs showed shape and muscle. At the club, several of the regulars ogled her closely as. Major before I switched to education.” “I’ve always loved books, they just stir something inside me.” She offered. “I can’t really explain it.” “I get it completely.” Reese countered. “The possibilities, the worlds, the experiences.” “Not just the story in the book, but the story OF the book.” “Some of my books are very old.” He mused. “I’ve often wondered who may have read them, where they have been.” “It’s intoxicating to think about.” Carol’s eyes lit up as Reese spoke. “You DO understand!”. ”“I am quite happy tormenting you thanks,” he laughed “But then again my cock is rock hard and it needs your pussy.” Bob’s fingers slipped out with a slurping sound that Frankie was sure the whole place had heard.As Frankie gathered herself up, put her shoes back on, retrieved her jacket from the back of the sofa and packed her laptop away, her legs where shaking.Bob just got up and walked away, saying nothing.Frankie drank the last of her coffee which was now cold to see if that would calm her.