‘Dan’s going to raise hell when you tell him,’ she shook her head. ‘Sometimes I wish I could kick that Bob of an asshole in the nuts.’ That...was Uemura. Swearing and cursing in that cute accent while keeping a pretty, straight face. I smiled inwardly. ‘I’m new here. I wouldn’t want to challenge someone who’s been here since you rolled out the very first version, if what I hear is true,’ I shrugged resignedly. ‘I’ll talk to him,’ she reassured me. ‘Did you get an invitation to the party?’ . John stops and can only gape in amazement.Everywhere he looks he sees lovely women, and a goodly number of them are breathtakingly beautiful. There is not a single one that he would not classify as being very attractive. They all look healthy, energetic, happy and contented. They all have trim well proportioned figures, even the ones well up in age. He does not see a single individual that he would classify as being either fat or thin. "Boy! One thing has sure changed and it certainly is for. ' The girl shouted, laughing with Kath. I looked at her and thought how hot she was, and couldn't imagine what she thought of me, but pulled my T-shirt over my head and placed it in the bag. Then pulled off my jeans (Kath had forbade me wearing briefs), so my waxed ass, cock and balls were suddenly in plain sight. The barmaid's eyes widened and she laughed with Kath. Kath laughed back and said something but I couldn't hear. I knew I was well-hung and had a good body but also knew that I. ’ We talked and talked, nearly missing the time booked for our meal. We walked across to the Indian Restaurant and, as we did so, she took my arm and slipped it through hers. I cannot tell you how that felt. We ate and drank Cobra beer and we laughed almost all evening. It was about 10.30 when we had finished our coffee and Teri said, ‘You know what, Emma? I rather think I’d like you to come back to mine for a brandy.’ Her flat was the home of an artist. Pictures, all original and some.