She wore one of my shirts, far too big for her and I thought how small and vulnerable she was, how utterly fucking gorgeous too!She giggled as I wrapp...d my arms around her and cupped her breasts through the shirt."Breakfast, you horny boy" and she squealed as I lifted her up onto the worktop."The coffee will get cold" she protested but not too convincingly as I snaked my tongue into her mouth."You taste of pussy" she breathed and returned my kiss hungrily."Opening the shirt I teased her nipples. Strangely enough I felt a genuine desire to spend some time with this female whose beauty and aura were desperately understated. We met several days later at a pleasant country pub where we talked and laughed easily. I discovered that Emma had recently divorced six-months prior, a typical situation with the gentleman in question being found in the arms of another women. After explaining her situation with a mixture of anger, bitterness, disappointment and sadness, she abruptly changed tact and. And I was really hoping I would see you again.”Ifeoma’s eyes shone as she unwrapped a green leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs. “Wow, thank you so much,” she said softly, “it’s beautiful.”“I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color reminded me of your eyes.” She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat. “I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Ifeoma, and I hope you keep writing.”Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back. She sat on the sofa looking out into space. Sammy went over and sat beside his daughter. He ran his fingers through Alina’s soft blonde hair. She just sat there like a zombie as her father squeezed her nice firm breasts. The thought of having her in his bed that night almost made him cream in his pants.“The sexy little redhead just got off the school bus,” Arthur said, as he was watching out the window.“Ok boys. You know what to do,” Sammy replied.Cassandra was a younger version of her mother,.