She look perfect, very horny but voulgar like prostitutes. But she vas not cheap one! It was something magic and misterious in her image!I spend sever...l hours then i heared noise and voices. My wife thought first men. At start i just listed ,they speaking about nothing, she offer him to drink, he was agreed so they start drink. I made small split between door edge and wall and finally saw a man, it was not a young but old enough man around 40, wearing official suitcase. It looks like he is here. We agreed on a old haunt of mine and when my husband saw me dress he panicked slightly, 'You look like a high class tart', referring to my stockings and heels, half cut brassiere with my nipples jutting into my open necked blouse and my g-string panties that barely covered my pussy or the shortness of my skirt that easily showed my ass cheeks from behind.'I intend having some fun too', I protested, having to resist my husbands begging for a quickie before we left for the pub and his meeting. For Miss Alex. He had hoped to get her out, but if what she said was true, he would never know when Mr. D took her down to the basement. It would happen when he was gone, sent to his own apartment for the night. He was absolutely positive about that."Tell me about the girl you knew, Alvin."The big man closed his eyes and took a deep breath."We were in high school. Sweethearts, though with the racial differences, we had to be careful. But it was love, or as close as any two hormone-addled kids. "Apologizing to squirrels for stealing their acorns?" Hey! I'm giving them back," I protested, turning to see a beautiful young woman seated causally on the riverbank behind me. There was no way she could have gotten there without walking past me. Almost no way. She was ethereal, surrounded by a visible aura, her too bright orange dress showing no signs of the muddy riverbank and her tiny bare feet cleaner than if she had just washed them, gave you the impression she wasn't all in this world..