Salma just stood there. Mr Jones plz come over for Dinner you well get all you want if you do.Salma rushed home and got everthing ready she had larry ...nd here son get dressed up nice and the doorbell ring. Larry answerd it and and said hello Mr Jones . jones just pushed threw. Weres that wife of yours larry ? in the kitchen sir. Plz set down and wait. dinner was called and they all set at the table and eat and the talked off and on therw dinner. now asked Jones why am I here? salma looked at. Her pussy lips were inches from me now..she was drying her hair and kept bending over. Then it was over and she put a house coat on and we sat together watching tv until my wife came home the whole time I kept looking at her which made me crazy. This went on for weeks as I would catch her getting in and out of the shower until one night I caught her staring at herself in the mirror as she started rubbing her breasts. Next she started looking for something as she opened the draws. We she did. Damn! I’d suck that cunt ‘til her head caves in.)”When she straightened up, she grabbed my shirt and drew me in for a quick kiss.“(lucky cock sucker)”We sat, she ordered a Coke… plain.“Okay, Don… Why are you dumping me?”It was hard for me to get the words started.If Sharon had been a real bitch, or even if I didn’t like her, it wouldn’t have been any chore at all.“Something happened today that I wasn’t expecting, at all.An old friend stopped by to see me today.We re-connected after all these. ”“Thank god,” I agree.We head off to class.***“Oh my god that’s him!”I grab Rachel’s purse and pull her around the corner with me trying to hide.“Who?” She asks.“The kissing man.”“Ohhh.” She peeks around the corner and then looks back at me wide eyed. “That is the hottest ginger I have ever seen!”“Right?” I start biting my lip, nervous. Of what? I don’t exactly know.“Well, go talk to him.”“What? No, I couldn’t. What would I say?” I try and shake the idea out of my head. I don’t talk to boys, I.