Luckily my tee shirt was quite long and baggy and hid my arousal as I opened the door, I was met with a warm smile from this 20yo eastern European bea...ty, her full luscious lips opening “Hello Mr Frank, I am Cynthia but you can call me Cindy” she said in broken English, I smiled back at her welcoming her into my home.I followed her into the lounge and couldn’t take my eyes off her rear end with her stretchy leggings fitting like a second skin and when she put her holdall bag on the sofa and. The fastidious little man in the three-piece suit and horn-rimmed glasses across from him was fussing with the papers spread all over Casey desk. He couldn't hide his agitation when he growled, "Come on Mr. Timmons, I have been back here in the station for over three hours. I was supposed to get off over an hour ago at 8:00, and I have a date.Wilfred Timmons was cleaning his glasses when he said, "Don't be inpatient Mr. Jones. All of the paperwork has to be in order, fuel consumption logs, meal. Through him. The lighting was wrong. He was looking right into her eyes, but all she could see was glare. It felt like ice shooting through his veins and across his gut. Countered by a very warm and growing sensation right below his gut. She was holding up a lingerie top. It almost looked like a bustier. Dark blue or black with light blue trim. A pretty bow on the strap. Her hair was in a ponytail off of her shoulder. Her bangs falling down across her face. She turned and smiled at another. I had extra bedrooms for them.I had said to the Ex-wife that this was our night for getting it on. She just smiled at me and told me wake her up or start without her. They both got up and headed back to the bedrooms.Don and I sat up still talking and he had commented on how good the Ex-wife was looking and how he would like a piece of that. I commented to Don that the Ex-wife always slept nude and when she had been drinking and doing valium she was dead to the world. I told Don I would turn the.