‘He must have known I had a bathing suit on.’ she surmised, holding an arm out while studying her halter top. She had turned it inside out when a ...hought struck her. She interrupted his inspection of her hair with, “You think they could get inside my swim suit?”“Look, its bad enough that I have to avoid staring at your cleavage.” he replied, lifting up the back of her hair. “Don’t expect me to pick up a breast and just look underneath it because that isn’t going to happen.” he continued,. She was wearing a beautiful Ritu Kumar designed short kurti that I had gifted her on her birthday a couple of months ago. She had put on a pair of tight jeans that I guessed must have been new as I had never seen her wear it earlier. She had let her silky hair remain free and had put on some make up. She was 39 at the time but she looked someone in her early 30s at the most. She had put on the Chanel 5 fragrance that my dad had got her from Paris a year ago and was sporting a Louis Vuitton. I have never had a suspicious nature, but in the coming months I began to watch Matt and while I never actually caught him at anything, I did see several things that led me to believe he and Angela had a thing going. My suspicions were confirmed on a day early in March. Matt had taken a few days off from work to do some things around the house and I came home to find spots on my bed sheets that I just knew had to be fluids from two people who had been making love. I knew they hadn't come from. I breathed heavily, more than just oil gleaming on my skin now. Sweat poured down my brown from my hair.She kicked sand up at my face. I spun around to let it spray over my back and slashed in at her, barreling in. She caught my blade in a block, our weapons binding. We were pushing on each other. She had a gorgeous figure. Tall and strong. The muscles rippled in her arms and lush thighs.But I had grown strong, too. “Las's cock!” I growled and threw her back.She stumbled from me. I kicked out.