A weaker person to defend against a much stronger opponent.””I'll think about it, Bro,” she smiled.Allie was startled when her phone rang. ”He...lo,” she answered, ”Really? That was fast. Ok. No, it's no problem. Nine o'clock. I'll be there.” She hung up the phone and sat it on the coffee table. ”They got him. I have to be there in the morning to identify him.””Really?” I asked, ”That was quick. I'm going to drive you.””Thanks, Terry,” she smiled, ”I really appreciate your help.””I'm going to. Everyone knows the lonely divorced women who'll go home with almost any man. Everyone knows the single mothers who are desperate for a dad for their children. Everyone knows which of the young girls are easy, and get passed from man to man."But, in this town, men don't cheat with another man. Women don't cheat with another woman. Wife-swapping is extremely dangerous. Single women who want to be able to hold their heads high are very careful about whom they share their beds with."So, whatever I. And he was drunk enough that he said some things he wished he hadn’t said later.”“Naughty close?”She moved closer, and suddenly I felt the wet tips of her bikini top touching my bare chest.“Like when I used to sit on your lap and you got a boner,” she whispered.There was a very long, very uncomfortable pause. At least for me. Then the fingertips of both her hands suddenly pressed against me as her hands came up to rest on my sides.“You knew about that?” I asked weakly. That had only been three. Modern, high cut bottom. But the triangle at the front is small. It’s almost a micro bikini. It’s barely covering her pussy. An obvious camel toe. It’s so sexy! I’d love to just rip it off and take her right now! Her nipples are also just barely covered by the small triangles revealing the beautiful round and full shape of her breasts. “Um…” is all I’m able to say. She’s turning around and the triangle at the back of the butt is tiny too. It’s almost a string bikini. Her butt cheeks, her.