He looked around seeing people talking and drinking. The room was filled with smoke.So this is what it's all about? Johnny thought to himself.He walke... around and the music playing was soothing him. It was smooth jazz with a beautiful female voice singing. He walked towards the bar needing to quench his thirst. The bartender was a tall gentleman with dark red hair and the most bizarre looking eyes. They weren't green, or blue, or brown. It was a strange color. Like all green, blue, and brown. "Well, that was convenient," she said.He leaned across the center console pressing his lips against Quinn’s. Then parting them, allowing his tongue to enter, dancing with hers. Before breaking the kiss and retreating to his seat as the light turned green. Quinn's head was spinning from the kiss. She accelerated. When she reached the intersection, she turned to the right, and a smile creased her lips.“Did you think of someplace you wanted to go?”“Yep, my house.”They didn't speak anymore as she. And that was how it started. We corresponded back and forth, telling each other our fantasies, our best and worse sexual experiences, and what we liked and what we wanted to try. There were no barriers, no judgments, and I felt free to say anything I liked.We sent photos to each other. Mine were mostly showing me in either a bikini or sexy lingerie. Along with my long blonde hair and baby-blue eyes, my best assets are my boobs, large and firm. I made sure to entice him with as much cleavage as. I left you a letter inside, I didn’t want to have to tell you to your face.’ ‘But Jenny, I thought you loved me. I thought you were happy.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled and ran to the waiting car and jumped inside. I stood there totally dazed and watched them drive away. I was so confused I couldn’t even react to what was going on. For the second time that day my vision blurred and my head spun. I guess I must have stood there for a good five minutes looking at where the car carrying my loving wife.