Kayla looked at me. Her face was red. She was breathing hard. "I don't know. I just wanted to. I'm attracted to you Mr P. I can't help it. I don't kno... how to explain it. I just wanted to do that."I couldn't stop staring at her."You know I'm married? My stepdaughter is one of your best friends?" I said.Kayla shrugged. "I know. I can't help it. I can't help liking who I like." she said.I walked up to her. I pushed gently against her, opened my mouth, and pressed my lips against hers. She kissed. O fucking k. She is gorgeous... tits a lot smaller than mine... think about a 36b... nice legs... nicer than mine... and she’s... from Pakistan.”“Wow... black?”“No... a really nice deep dark brown. Long straight dark brown hair.”“Got a picture?”“Fucking perv... hang on”Susie took out her phone and fiddled with it for a few seconds...“There”“Wow... she is a looker... got any of her naked... her tits look bigger than you said”“No, I haven’t... and you’re a fucking expert on fucking tit sizes. He pulls me closer, our torsos rubbing against each other as I close my eyes and turn around, grinding softly against him. His lips brush the back of my neck, moving my hair out of the way before beginning to plant small kisses. He rests his chin on my shoulder and moans out my name quietly; I can see his smirk from the corner of my eyes. I look ahead and see Aztec make his way through the crowd, his eyes inspecting every inch of my body before meeting mine. I look at Ryan, then back at Aztec,. From the conversation they had with Lisa, they restored a lot of furniture for her. It was a regular event that every time she went with Jason she went to every antique shop she could find while he was working and always brought back something.With the morning work finished at KCC by 12:30, I was at the refreshment center having a loaded salad for lunch with my brood, when all the cell phones rang at the same time.This was not a good thing; it was an emergency call from one of our many sites..