"There, now this is just so I'm not interrupted while I explain a few things about your situation. We'll handle any questions later." She circles back...around him and sits on the couch directly in front of him. "Now before I forget and before we get into the heavier stuff, about tomorrow morning... you have my wake time in the book, however you need to give yourself enough time to get ready. So when you get up is up to you, but when you wake me I expect you to be fully dressed in one of your. Christina, though, was a different gal when the husband and the k**s were out of the picture.I had chatted with her online a bit but was never able to arrange something that worked for the both of us. The inability to get something hammered out only made me desire her more. She was flat-out gorgeous: late thirties, shoulder length reddish hair, beautiful pert breasts and the most perfectly grabbable bubble butt I have ever seen. The wedges she wore tonight made her even taller than my six. ‘It’s snowing!’ She said in a voice devoid of mirth. That was all that she had left. ‘$1000 down the drain,’ she said. They drove in silence until they reached Allen Caravan’s house. It was small, nearing dilapidation, sat back far from the road. Montana slid out of the car, stalked around to the passenger side of the car and ripped Mira from its interior. To her surprise her legs wouldn’t support her, it was as if all of her joints had gone loose. ‘You are a fucking psychopath, Mira,’ Montana. I wasn’t sure what to believe. I looked around, trying to get my bearings, and noticed that I was still entwined with Avery, both of us naked. I smiled. Last night was real, Avery and I were finally together. I stroked her hair as she slept, gently waking her from her slumber. Still half asleep, she managed to mutter, “G’morning love. What’s up?” “Nothing baby, nothing. How’d you sleep?” Appearing to gain her bearings, she yawned and stretched, her breasts thrust up towards me. “Mmmmm. Really.