Katie was already seated as we walked in. She was wearing a yellow polo shirt and tight blue jean shorts. ‘Damn!! She’s smokin’ hot,’ I tho...ght. “Morning, Katie, how are you?” Kenny said as she stood up to give Kenny a hug. “Hi, Uncle Kenny, I’m fine. Well, hello John. So what is keeping you in our fair city, Devil Dog?” She said as she shook my hand.“And good morning to you, Pogue, your uncle here can’t fix my truck because the part has to come from Atlanta, so I’m here another day,” I. Her rich black thatch of pubic hair glistened. I swallowed hard, and Dave looked over with a knowing smile and patted my arm. I was glad to be alive. The song ended too soon, with Dessa's T-shirt still firmly in place, and she exited to thunderous applause. Some pathetically fat girl was next. For the life of me I have no idea what possessed her to enter the contest in the first place. Screams of mock terror and "Put it On!" greeted her when she took her turn in the pool. Mercifully, she cut. Once again they set up home together and bought their own home, it was perfect arrangement. They became a good team. Ten years on into their relationship she began to notice that her body clock was moving on; it was time to start thinking about settling down and motherhood. The problem was that by now she had grown to love the two men and becoming all conventional and marrying one of them was going to cause hurt and pain. Anyway, one night over dinner the subject came round to the future and. She apologized in her text and said "I had to feed my k**s and get them into bed, sorry. I just put them to bed downstairs". What? Her k**s were there"?Finally at 11:30 she said, come on up. When she opened the door she was dressed in a very short black skirt, black thigh highs, tall black high heels and a white blouse. I walked in and she started to kiss me deeply, before the door had even closed. Her wet mouth was against mine, she had on the same sweet perfume as the last time…her hands.