Her apt descriptions confirmed the intelligence I had seen in those flashing eyes. Yes, she understood 'these things' very well, as I wager the young ...an did as well. I would have to talk with him a bit more. I was also curious about what she thought."No, Amud," I reassured him, "I am very pleased with the words she uses and the way you said them. They are very perceptive. You have reason to be very proud of your wife."He beamed at her as I said this, interpreting my words to her. She blushed. I would love to meet some of those special ladies, if you know what I mean."Jeff grinned. "You'd have better luck with the ones in here. Our women are better behaved." Pity," Robert shook his head.***There were bloodstains on the front seat of my car...Steve's blood. I walked around the Camaro observing the damage. It was a complete wreck. All four corners of the car were damaged, and the top had been cut off so Steve could be removed. I knew the car would never run again, not that it mattered.. Her skin was milky white and flawless, no marks, scars, or stretch marks. Her slightly asymmetrical eyes were a blue so dark they appeared purple. She had a regal aquiline nose above pouty bee-stung lips. Her breasts were small but well formed, her hips were narrow and boyish. Liz’s legs were probably her best feature, they were slim, muscular, and probably the longest Jake had ever seen. She was a thoroughbred.Jake climbed up on the bed and touched her for the first time by trailing his good. She said that she would call again for "Pizza Pete" when her husband was going to be out for a longer time. She then opened the door, carefully hiding behind it and pushed Pete out gently whispering to him, "That was great, baby... have a good night!" and she closed the door behind him. I opened the door of the closet and Lynn was standing there waiting for me. "Well, I guess I called your bluff on that one!" she said as she took my hand and started leading me to the bedroom. I followed.