205,206,207 and here it is 208.I rang her door bell; she opened the door and invited me in.As I entered her house, she guided me to her sofa and she l...ft for the kitchen and got in a glass and offered a drink while she was sipping hers.As I took the drink from her I observed her she had straight hair and chocolate skinned and a sharp nose and very sharp intimidating eyes she had removed her ornaments I could see her long neck and some of it was covered by her hair.Her first two buttons remained. He stepped around and opened the car door for me, I had expected him to be driving some old hot rod or something like that. It was a New Mercedes, low and sleek. The seats were leather, soft. The finish gleamed. ‘Wow, this is really a nice car.’ I said, as he settled into the seat and started the engine. It instantly came to life. ‘It’s a graduation present from my folks, they gave it to me for that and being accepted into college.’ ‘College? What are you going to study?’ ‘Medical school. I am. Both married, one child each, both girls.We have most family events in the summer, there just isn't a house big enough to hold all of us. I expanded the outdoor dining room, because I had to.After cowriting several Battle Babe novels with Leah, I turned them over to her. She's working on a second generation storyline that holds a lot of promise. Issabella retired, though I still write a romance from time to time. They aren't quite as successful, a gender bias I suspect.I turned the studio over. “You’re here!” She ran over to hug him. She loved the nights he chose to sneak in and surprise her. He tugged her long hair out of its ponytail so it fanned out around her shoulders. “Hey, there, pretty girl,” he said, then kissing her long and hard. “I need to take a shower,” she said, almost sadly. Mark laughed and let go of her. “Go ahead, I think I can wait.” He looked at her perfect tits and then down at his growing cock. “Except, if you can make it quick… I don’t think I can wait.