She knew of him from the way he talked to Rico and Alicia. She knew of him from the way he’d handled Alicia in the recent months and she knew of him...from the way he played with little Amelia.She had studied him lately. If she were forced to be completely truthful, she had studied him for as long as she’d known him. There was always a rather one-sided attraction between them – she mooned for him and he remained clueless. As she studied him, she became puzzled at his economy of motion.When Alicia. In the three years I had lived in (what I shall call) Buttfuck, Florida, I had not explored the Gulf Coast as much as I would have liked. I could go north to the nudist resorts, that would certainly dispel my miasma. But no, I wanted more palm trees, I want isolation, I wanted distraction so I headed south, not knowing where I would end up. I had a wallet full of credit cards, all I had to find was a bed on which to crash. I had a cooler with me, snacks, beach gear, some weed and everything I. I turned tothe nearest table and timidly looking through the piles for what Iwanted."Can I help you, sir?"I startled and turned around like a deer in headlights. A woman, maybe afew years older than I, was smiling at me. I fumbled out my rehearsedresponse."I'm looking for a gift for my girlfriend." I would happy to help you with that. My name is Jenny." Hi, Jenny. I'm Andrew." Hi, Andrew! You seem a little nervous. Is this your first time shoppingwith us?" Um... yes?" Well, welcome. We have. I'd never felt such a reaction to my husband, nor to any man. I shyly looked up at him through lowered lashes, and he had his answer. He began to undress, not hurriedly, but with purpose. Beneath his clothes was the body of an athlete. He took them off, revealing broad shoulders and lean muscles beneath a manly swirl of dark hair. He rose to remove his pants, and I believe I held my breath until he stood before me in all his glorious nudity. His erection stood large and proud like a ramrod, so.