You and Wendy look at each other and with a small shrug from each you both lean in wrapping lips around your straws. Your faces are less than an inch ...part. Her light pink lipstick wrapped lips are sucking on her straw so close to your dark red lips sucking on yours.There is some serious chemistry between you. She is looking directly into your eyes and neither of you are even remotely aware of the world around you anymore. "Wendy, he's not coming," you tell her in a low voice. It's your best. Glad we were too poor to get involved." He took a deep breath. "There's the total, the five-year total." Very impressive," she said. "I'll just check your arithmetic." She hoped he did not mind, but she had always been good at adding up long columns.He leaned back, rubbing his eyes and stretching his sore back muscles. And then sat quietly in the glow of reflected lamplight, admiring his wife's profile and her ability to concentrate, seeing the tip of her tongue occasionally at the corner of. But if it were me, I wouldn't even need to look at the artwork. Andy had pale ginger hair, which was cut thick, mid length. He had green eyes and a strong jaw line coated in a shadow of rusty hair. Andy had tattoo sleeves over hard biceps and huge hands, about 6"3 medium build and a grin of white teeth under a luring smile. Andy was beautiful, and a cheeky fucking cunt.* It was around closing time and the café was empty. Andy was in his kitchen making some weird smelling hot chocolates. I. After seeing the way Rudy and Ken - no, better think of them as Rita and Karen now; that's who they were for the next month - after seeing they way they had dressed, she wasn't sure about putting on such feminine, downright sexy, clothes.Only, they weren't very feminine. Melanie found a rather plain blue cotton panty and matching bra. She stepped into the panty and pulled it up around her hips. It fit smoothly on her hips, against her flat groin, and felt so soft and cool, so different from.