I guessed I turned him on - he had a longingin his eyes as he looked me up and down. At my legs, my stilettos, mytight skirt, my blond hair, my shiny ...ed lips and my stunning gold dressthat I noticed was sparkling gorgeously in the street light as I moved.I took the initiative. I walk up to him, swaying my bum from side toside, looking him in the eyes and wrapped my arms round his neck. He hadpiercing blue eyes that looked straight through me. He was so handsomeand I was a lucky girl. If anyone. Woodhouse's engine. He didn't speak.Soon, Lana arrived, and a nurse escorted her into our little room. When Chloe saw her distraught face, she insisted, "I'm fine, Aunt Lana!" Yes, good, very good. They say you'll be fine. No, I'm worried about the girls who went into Woodhouse's place. I haven't heard back from them."I glanced at Chloe."He seemed to know they were there," I said, "He said they'd be surprised." Oh."She sat down."The good news is the little balls seemed to work on him." Oh?. You can’t help but wander over to it and take in the breathtaking view. I allow you a moment to take it in. I was impressed when I first saw it too. After a moment however, my lust overwhelms my patience and I want you in my bed, moaning beneath me. I walk over to you and put my hand directly on your crotch, rubbing where your most sensitive spot is. Your attention automatically snaps back to me and I look at you and whisper for you to follow me. I guide you to the bedroom with my hand never. Leslie shoots me a look. “Shut up, bitch,” she says. I stand up slowly, the bitch in me waking up at her words. Even without shoes, my 5’8” frame towers over Leslie, who is more petite. She glares at me. “How long have you been fucking my husband?” “I fucked your ex-husband for the first time on top of your divorce papers, as a matter of fact,” I smirk at her, hands on my hips, daring her to make another move. She shoots a malicious look at Rick, who is intently studying the carpet. Turning.