I grabbed a paper and was drinking coffee and eating a donut when a tall, good-looking black man walked in. He sat at a table facing me and started re...ding his own paper. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and flip-flops. With his legs stretched out, I could see he had no shorts on, the outline of his huge tool was clearly visible. To my shock, my wife walked in and stood in line waiting to order. She was wearing a short mini-skirt, and a halter-top with no bra. Her hair was wet from a recent. Right now I want to look at you as I get naked. You can look at me, too, if it turns you on.’ Oh yes, Emma thought, watching Derek’s strong muscles appear as he pulled his polo shirt over his head. He didn’t have the same amount of body hair Peter did, and of course, he shaved his pubic area. Truth be known, each liked the other for the sleek muscles of their bodies. Derek loved Emma’s arms and legs, strong yet feminine, but the muscles of Emma’s ass were especially fine, very little fat and. “That’s not fair,” Brittany said, noting Rachel’s state of undress. “You’re just jealous,” Rachel replied. “No,” Brittany shot back. “It’s just my boobs don’t look as good as yours.” “Your boobs are fine,” Rachel replied. “Yeah,” Charlotte chimed in, “I don’t even have any boobs.” I couldn’t believe I was laying there, listening to the three of them talk about their boobies. Charlotte removed her bikini top and let it slide to the deck beside her. She was right. She had no boobs, just two. "I interrupted her. The guilt had come rushing back to me."I really liked you, sir. I thought you liked me too," she confessed in an innocent voice.Overcome by the delicate and self-conscious girl crying before me, I summoned her to my side of the table that divided us. I took a seat myself, and patted the top of my table, asking her to take a seat on my desk to which she complied, still trembling with emotion. Her body was tense, with her knees pinned together and her hands folder over her.