My boyfriend Charles works across town as an accountant. The only time he's really busy is during tax time. Hence why I fear he's cheating on me, tax ...ime is long since over. He wears a nice Italian suit to the office and always looks sharp. He keeps his black hair cut short and neat, clean-shaven, and has the deepest, brown eyes I've ever seen. Of course he's handsome, tall, and what many women lust over. I really hoped he's not cheating on me.I chose a pink blouse and wore a matching pink bra. I was nervous and dint know how to approach further. I dint say anything but he observed my bulge and said “Ready when you are!” I blew off my cigarette and gave him a bite on his ears.Just when I was getting away he pulled my shirt and kissed me. He was a pro..He was exploring my mouth with his juicy lips. My dick rose further and he put his hand there. I could taste his whiskey in mouth and he could taste the cigarette in mine. He said he loved it. I told him to take it all. We both stood up. Stella Maris is clearly the best beauty among seven sexy tasty teen girls in my group: a shy tall blonde beauty with a ballet figure and way of walking. Curious for her looks I proposed, with the warm Indian Summer in early September, to skip the program at Wednesday and go together to the beach of the North Sea at less than twenty miles. I make sure to lay down next to Stella Maris in the warm sand to chat a bit with her and get a good look from close at her beauties. Indeed she practises. Hallie, Donna, and long-legged Suzie were like ghosts from my Christmas past and they would always be there until I turned that page forever.Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge. Compliments of the season to ye.The meal was over.The whole group sat on various sofa's or lounged on cushions spread across the floor at the rear of the restaurant next to a traditional log fire that snapped and crackled as the conversation and beers flowed. Everyone was in a good mood as the stresses of the day and week.