I had a quick mental picture of this statuesque woman in the shower, her perfect breasts slick with lather...again I felt a stirring in my groin. I sw...llowed, trying to control my thoughts."I would be happy to ride with you," she said, and for the first time I was conscious of a slight accent, her W's tending toward V's and a hint of a guttural roll to her R's. I nodded, not quite trusting my voice. She swung her leg expertly over the saddle and started the bike.BMWs have always appealed to me,. ..She answered the door wearing a frilly red one-piece nighty that barely held her tits in and left her ass cheeks exposed. She took the coffees from me and I followed her into their family room. She sat on the couch and motioned for me to stand in front of her. She smelled great and looked amazing; my cock was getting hard just looking at her. As I stood before her, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.She said, "I want to give you something to think about today. I hope that you'll want to get. Did I mention that I have the best wife ever?I still wondered where she put that food away herself ... the girl never seemed to gain a pound. I often joked that she had a hollow leg or something like that. My petite wife, such a small woman in size, however, had a spirit much greater and larger than her flesh belied. Inevitably, it made me often want to wrap her up in my arms and keep her safe in my embrace. I also wanted to kiss every last inch of her skin and lick up every bead of her salty. I detest egotistical people, and Greer and his suck-ups aren’t what I want to go back to – at least to associate with. Sometimes, I think it’s just me. But though I relate well with most people professionally, off duty, I tend to be a loner, I suppose.”Morales, thinking, blew on his coffee before taking another sip. Finally, “I can’t imagine how that could be. You don’t seem bashful to me...”“I’m not bashful. It’s just that ... Oh, crap, I don’t know what it is. I’m always a bit of a loner, I.