Not concerned about a ride, as the weather was nice, I just enjoyed the fresh air and the exercise. I then heard a car pull up and it was a new SUV wi...h a very attractive woman in her late forty's, early fifty's, Much along the lines of Raquel Welch or Angie Dickinson. She offered me a ride, I climbed in. My shirt was unbuttoned, from the heat of the hot sun, my chest was moist and glistening with the beads of sweat. I guess something in scent of my pheromones set her off, because she. Finally, James gave up on this guild as well. As he walked out of the shop, an old man dressed like a filthy beggar and smelling of shit strode in through the door. James was almost dry reaching just from passing by the man.The man acting as the store clerk today also had a disgusted expression on his face as the beggar like man walked up to the counter while scratching his ass through the dirty hessian sack he was using as clothing. Curious to see just what this man expected to achieve, James. Like an appetizer.”Addison laughed, perhaps thinking I was kidding. I wasn’t.“A quickie?” I suggested, sipping coffee.“I’m eating breakfast.”Not deterred in the slightest, grinning at her, I chatted away: “I like your shorts. They show your ass off beautifully and you have an exquisite bottom. What I’d like to do is bend you over the kitchen table and fondle that little ass for a while, then slowly pull those shorts down to expose your panties. Maybe I’ll fondle your panties for a bit before. The energy in the room has somehow changed a little, it has edged from fun and jokes to something else. I can taste it in the air, sexuality, lust, and it is almost visible as they dance. Ramus and Liz are dancing slowly again now, the music has slowed and they are very close to each other, moving in unison slowly. I feel as if I shouldn't be there but I am transfixed, I am feeling myself getting angry, I am her husband but Ramus is dancing with his muscular thigh between her legs again and.