Cherry lingered like this for a couple of minutes and then stood up and nonchalantly moved away to another aisle. The second of the guys said "Wholly ...uck, what a fucking view that was" I made my way to the checkout and met Cherry where we paid for items and left the store to head home. On the trip home I told Cherry about what we could see and how horny it made me and she said that it also turned her on. When we got home we went to the bedroom and she started to take the shirt off but I asked. I looked at the real estate agent, who by now was thumbing through her text messages. Like I said, she was cute. I had to try and figure out a way to get to know her a little better.“My name is Scott,” I said, looking her way.“Angela Simpkins,” she replied, handing me her real estate business card.“Can I ask a favor?” she pressed.“Sure,” I replied.“If you can tell me when you’re going to be here, so I don’t walk in with a prospective buyer, it would be most appreciated.”“Well,” I replied. “My. "You can talk me into anything, Lincoln."And with that she turned and hurried over to the refrigerator. I took off my trench coat as well as my jacket and hung them up in her closet. It was a nice feeling, knowing where the coats belonged, and being greeted like that by her.When I stepped up beside her I said, "Do you have a jealous boyfriend, Honey?"She pulled the neck of the scotch bottle abruptly away from the rim of the glass. Somebody was getting a short drink."I don't even have a. It was so hard to argue otherwise, when youconsider the many blessings she had. Great family, great house, greatchildhood, intelligence, athletic ability, and the beauty to round offthe perfect package. More about the beauty, you ask? More about the5'7, 125 pound blonde goddess with perfect C cups and that cute littlenose nestled between blue doe eyes and a sexy little mouth?Melissa, at 17, had the world at her fingertips. She was 17, a monthinto being a senior at GW High School, the head.