So I took the long stroll to my apartments compactor.It was a leisurely stroll, but I kept feeling like someone was watching me. I looked about, but I...didnt see anyone.Back at my apartment I washed my hands at the kitchen sink. Got out my ingredients and began to make one of my special mocha lattes.I heard some scratching sounds at the door.Looking threw the peephole I could find nothing so I took my coffee to the living room and turned the stereo on to some classical music.After a few minutes. I could see she had a full figure but not a flabby part on her. A thin waist, I could imagine a round ass, but not fat. Damn, that felines hot as hell. And of course, the slut knew she was hot and used it to full advantage. I imagined dozens of men like me in her wake, the confidence shattered the pocketbooks drained, their balls hanging as trophies over her mantel. Whatever I did to her, she’d earned it a thousand times over the years.I pulled in a last lungful of smoke, holding it inside a. Rachael suggests, I could use that room for now and Jeff could sleep with you. After initial shock and also surprise that Jeff apparently meant sleep literally, We could try that out and see how it goes. What do you say Jeff? Containing his delight, As long as you dont snore. So when are we getting our stuff, Mom?! Glowing from ear to ear, Rachel surmises, Sounds like we got a plan. Jeff, those marshmallows are burning. So Sean, when do we pull the trigger? I know a good realtor. We can call in. “I know they have topless beaches… I don’t know how many full-on nude ones they have.” “Oh, they have them.” Ben just lay on the beach blanket, propped up on his elbow, looking at me. “So what if you were in Europe and you saw someone you knew, like that really hot teacher from your senior year of high school? What if you were both vacationing in the Mediterranean, and you ran into him there, what would you do?” he asked. “I’d engage him in friendly conversation as if nothing was amiss,” I.