Now on a good day my wife looks the part and can be mistaken for a schoolgirl no problem.Our mate's eyes nearly popo out of his head as he starts chec...ing out the missus, then he tells her that she looks really sexy, but can she go back upstairs and change cause it's making him horny.Now the wife likes to play games, so instead of changing, she straddles his lap and wriggles around to tease the living hell out of him instead. You can see the panic in his face as he starts to turn red and look. We loaded up a serving tray and I was surprised that her sandwich survived the trip to the book-strewn living room. I was also surprised that my self-control survived the trip. She was still damp from the shower and the tee-shirt was clinging to her ripe little peach of an ass as she preceded me through the apartment. She chattered as she devoured the rest of her sandwich. About school, her friends, a Menudo tour. About the two dance classes she was taking -- three times a week at an. Nick didn't know what to do. There was no time to explain who he was, because she would just ask questions about where he had been, and refuse to leave with him until she got the answers. And there just wasn't any time. "Don't scream or I'll kill you," he whispered in her ear. She must have believed him, for she didn't make a sound when he pulled his hand away.He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was just climbing out the window when he heard a soft knock. ‘That’s not what Sam said.’ She shook her head, allowing a little of the annoyance to build. ‘I can take care of myself, Detective Saint. I don’t need anyone protecting me from over sexed partners.’ She stood up and backed away from him. Her eyes assessed the damage the headache had done to him. He was recovering, slowly. He blinked back at her owlishly, as if he wasn’t sure that what he was seeing wasn’t a pain induced hallucination. He wasn’t steady and the hand that he pushed up into his.