Mike's father was acomptroller, which Mike explained was some kind ofaccountant. Their family had a bigger house and a lotmore money than mine. His mo...her did some sort ofpart-time interior decorating work from home. Theirhouse was always immaculate, except for Mike's room.He had two older sisters, one in high school and oneat college. The one in college was a cheerleader at amajor university. We had seen her on TV a few times.So, why were Mike and I friends? He was what mostpeople would call a. Maybe forty? His skin is weathered and I suspect he is a bit younger than he looks. I wonder if he smokes. ‘Oh. Yeah.’ I try to gather my thoughts. He grins again, radiating a kind of shimmering heat. ‘Well, I came up to take a look. From now on you can call me anytime you have a problem.’ He pauses, his smile widening. ‘I’m the new sheriff in town.’ His eyes sparkle. I laugh. ‘OK. This is good news.’ I am feeling a bit lightheaded. He is studying my face carefully now, and his smile softens a. Then I kissed her bald pussy. "That answers that question," she said with a moan.I told her, "Let me go into the bathroom for a sec and you get back into bed, Nasty Girl. Then I'll eat it!"I took my morning pee and brushed my teeth. Then I crawled back into bed and took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. After we made out for a few minutes I went lower and licked and sucked her sensitive nipples. I reached down and slid my finger over her slit, still sucking those wonderful nipples.. She had just got into a nice rhythm when she heard a knock on the door and her dog started to bark. She thought about letting it go, even after the second knock, but the third one followed by her friend’s voice convinced her. She cursed to herself, hid her toys, and answered the door. Her friend was going through a break-up and she was crying again. “Perfect timing,” Belle thought to herself, “I might’ve had a good one that time.”Belle acted like the good friend she was and calmed her friend.