‘Ever since her husband got killed jogging, she thinks if she tears down the park and builds all those condos she’ll be doing the world a favor.�... ‘Wasn’t he getting head from a hooker when he got killed?’ he opened the box and released the steam. ‘Something like that. It’s stupid to tear down a park and build the condos. We have so many apartment complexes and condos already, do we really need more?’ I sat with him and we ate the pizza together, just like old times. ‘So wanna do another. I had been going out with a girl, Kara, for a few months and she was often at my place. One evening, in particular, we were sat in the living room (the only room with a TV) bot dressed in nothing but our dressing gowns. The shows on TV were pretty boring, but as we sat there my hand was running across Kara's exposed thigh, hers rested on mine.Her dressing gown d****d open a little at the top, affording me a nice yet restricted view of her hot, large breasts. This clandestine show seemed to turn. I arrived back at the salon sweating profusely with my heart missingevery second beat and my penis throbbing every time that the hem of theshirtdress brushed against my calf."Wow, you're back in record time. I'll need to send you out in a dressmore often. Go and put the salad boxes in the fridge and make your wayover to the sink. It's time to rinse out your hair."I paused, recovered my composure and deposited the two salad boxes inthe fridge for consumption later. I then slowly, and very. So I refreshed and wore activewear and headed to the gym and was waiting for her to turn up. It was 6.30 am sharp and she was there in her activewear pants and sports bra. I wanted to tear those and make love to her but had controlled myself.She was happy to see me awake early and asked whether we can work out together to which I happily accepted. I offered to teach her some salsa steps afterward to which she was pleased and kissed my cheeks. She did not have any idea that this salsa was going.