There was no reaction, she had obviously felt the cool air as I had entered the bathroom.I reached around her with both arms and embraced her fat bell..., my cock pushing against the crack of her ass. She pushed back, and I knew she was impatient. I rubbed my hands over her sagging midsection sliding smoothly with the water and soap. I kissed her shoulders and neck and was rewarded with moans of pleasure. I moved my hands up beneath her saggy tits and cupped them rolling her nipples between. “I’ll think about your proposal,” and left.~~~~~Kanrith smiled. He was pretty sure he knew what her answer would have to be. He called for the check.Meanwhile, Marta put the phone to her ear. “Are you there Ms. Larsen?”“Please, call me Margrit. Yes, we recorded it all. You’ve been a tremendous help to us, Dr. Rabinovich…”“Call me Marta.”“…Marta, then. I think we can put a spoke in Kanrith’s wheel. But be careful. He’s a very dangerous man.”“I realize that now.”“And we’ll also look into his. I could hear the kids upstairs, voices cheerful as they made their plans. I stomped into the kitchen and opened another beer. I'd been putting in gym time, reading kinda serious, but ... not enough, seemed like. Mebbe I hadn't been wanting hard enough. My ability sure hadn't thought to get off its ass. I took a swig and forced myself to calm down. Hell, you play the hand you got. Mebbe I'd go out later, see if I could find me a short term friend. I was wondering where to start when the phone. "What does that mean?" he asked."I see you were out with some hottie last night," Meredith said. Brock could tell she was stifling a giggle. "There are a dozen pictures of you dancing with some floozy." I was out with Tara last night," Brock replied. "I don't think I danced with anyone but her. No, I'm sure I didn't." That's what we said," Randi told him. She didn't even bother to try to hide her laughter. "Speculation is rife that you and, this is a direct quote, 'uber-hottie Tara Wyatt are.