I actually have two outfits, but Bobby doesn’t know about one of them. It’s not really my style. Not really. It’s a little fancy for me. Would y...u like to see them?”What Felicity was talking about were the two western ensembles that Bobby had, in fact seen her in. He had picked them both out. The first, she had vetoed. It was a lavender sequined tank top, with a denim skirt with fringe on the hem. The skirt was very short and when she had complained that her panties would show if she bent over. When Felipe arrived earlier, he marvelled at the magnificence of the naked form lying before him. She was fair skinned and blond, a combination that was like an elixir to him. Her body appeared totally hairless and her breasts looked like half round jelly desserts topped with two pink strawberries. Felipe’s wife, Rosa, had become rather buxom, unlike the lithe beauty on the sunbed. After giving birth to two children, Rosa’s dark breasts were large and floppy. Felipe loved his wife and did his. I left home at eighteen to join the Air Force. Now I'm back for my mom and dad's funeral. They died in a fiery car crash on their way home from seeing my younger sister in Olean, New York. They lived in Jamestown almost all their lives and in the same house since I turned seven. It was a hundred year old house with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The stairs were narrow, barely two feet wide and very steep. My bedroom in the attic was very small only six by eight feet with slanted ceilings. “Oh yeah! Make sure you ask for me next time you order.” he said, winking at Chantelle, still kneeling and still licking her lips.“Mmmm, you’re so tasty, I'd give you another one if you wanted, for free.” she told him.“I gotta go,” he said “still got like six more hours on my shift.” he said, clearly disappointed that he couldn't take her up on her generous offer. He pulled up his pants, turned around and went out the door. I heard his car start, and quickly leave my property.Neither of us had.