He couldn't believe that her ass was as perfect as the rest of her proved to be. She was in such great shape, so sculpted, so fit, so tight in all the...right places, yet so soft and silky as well. She smelled so enchanting, so perfect for his senses, just as he imagined she would… a natural perfume emitting from her pores, that fueled his desire even more. That view of her ass and her pussy, that wet beautiful wanton pussy, before his eyes, her legs trembling still, her panting and moaning so. ” She moaned, thinking about how he must feel. “I’m not sure what to do about it. What do you think?”“I’m sure he enjoyed the closeness of a woman. Would you like to invite him over for dinner some time? I know that I can contact him and invite him over. You’ve always said that he keeps himself in good shape.”“What are you saying? Do you want me to fuck him?” She looked astonished.“No, you’re misunderstanding me. I’m sure he would like a home cooked meal. I’m sure he would like being close to. Jack Terry,” he said, and bowed slightly.“Heh, Avery Dunsbill.” She folded her arms across her chest, and looked down at the sitting Clara beside her. “This is who you got? Kid looks eight.”Ok, Clara may have been flirting with him, but Avery was most definitely not. There was a sneer on her face when she looked at him, and she grit her teeth the same way he did. Her silver blue eyes cut into him like shining daggers.“I had some options,” Clara said, “and I think this kid has potential. People. Maybe drunk Lucy would fuck her brother.There was only one way to find out.“Tell me,” she said, a wicked gleam flashing into her otherwise-blank eyes, “ ... when you’re having sex with Marcie, do you ever think of anyone else?”I considered throwing her a line about a celebrity, or a girl at school. I considered mentioning Marcie’s mom or a hot cousin, but after a few seconds of thought, I decided to go for broke.After all, what was the worst that could happen? She’d wake up, and I’d try again.