’ He wanted to show her just how lucky she could get right there but knew he didn’t have time. His schedule had minimal gaps all day. Instead, he ...tepped back and talked about the house she’d looked at. ‘Seth, I wish you’d been able to see it too. It’s light and airy with huge windows. The bedrooms are bigger than average. I think the attic will make a great playroom for Dallas so his toys aren’t scattered all over the house.’ They went over the asking price and talked about taxes. She knew. Even the parts he hadn?t seen in the photograph have changed, adapted to the rest of the body. Strong leg muscles, defined abdominals, and... well, that?s new. Tom reached down and grasped theappendage between his legs. Tom wasn?t small to begin with, a good six or seven inches long, but this thing... it was at least that big limp. Coming out of his thoughts, Tom realized that he wasn?t just holding his new penis, he had begun to stroke it, and it was responding, growing to what must have been. I spent hours staring at her long, sexy legs. Drinking in every inch of her in a tiny bikini, wishing I had been on that trip with her and fantasizing about making love on the beach. Soon after Christina returned, we discovered Snapchat. We spent countless hours messaging each other outside of work on the app. To this day, I don't know how or when exactly it started, but I remember when we crossed the point of no return. Christina had taken to teasing me, "winning" arguments by pointing out. “Yes ma’am, you were speeding. I clocked you at 56 mph. What is your name?” “Oh gosh! I was speeding? I’m so sorry officer! I had no idea!” she replied. “I asked you your name.” Jack responded. “Ooops! I’m sorry! My name is Candy.” She giggled and held out her hand. Jack did not take the offered hand, instead, he demanded she provide him with some identification. He instructed her to reach in through her car window to retrieve it. “And no funny business!” he said. “You mean like you don’t want.