Kimber was waiting on him. He did regard her though, with an appreciation that went further than her body. God, he loved his sister. She was an incred...ble find, but reality was reality.“Very good, not bad for a first time, though I think you need more of a challenge,” Moving back to his computer he called up the controls for his father’s wireless speaker system, choosing some jazz (music with a variety of intensity and tempo) he hit play as he looked at Kimber out of the corner of his eye and a. I'm so pleased to meet you." I never was a Bob orBobby, never will be. Can't help myself really, just have to be all stiff andformal. Probably that British diffidence that everyone else mistakes for arrogance.However, there was certainly good cause for stiffness in a certain quarterin chatting to this mature but rather sexy woman. The chemistry certainly seemedto be there, if I'm any judge – which of course I'm not, I'm bloody hopelessat understanding women and the subtleties of communication,. An Irish bloke had been watching us from the bar, and realising the situation came over to ask if he could join us. So he sat down and moved in on Denise, leaving me free to concentrate my efforts on Fiona. She started to tell me that she wasn’t interested in having a relationship, but she liked to have sex from time to time so would I be interested in seeing her on her days off, if I wasn’t working. With me working shifts there was only one week in seven that I’d work both Monday and Tuesday. Since she had demonstrated how to remove a bra without taking off her blouse, I assumed that, at some point, I would get to see those magnificent tits of hers. She did not disappoint. Unbuttoning the blouse and giving me a clear view of the swell of her breasts, I asked permission to kiss them. “Since you were gentleman enough to ask, why, of course you may.” She said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me tight to her cleavage. She smelled of Shalimar and I filled my lungs with the.