She said we could go into the living room and sit on the couch and she could make me ice tea,I said sure we could do that and I'm thirsty as her air w...sn't on yet. when we got off the love seat,She said to me these kisses have done something for me (Her) and I said me too.She looked at my shorts and saw my small bulge and purposely brushed up against me and said are you Hot and I said Yes,you should really put the air on,and she giggled to me. She said go make your self comfortable on the couch. " Or the best one."Dad, a woman like that would eat you up then spit you out. You are way too good for her." Then we finally came across Linda's profile. She was a 15 out of ten. I was defiantly attracted to just her picture alone. She had stylish blond hair that was just below her shoulders, large beautiful hazel eyes, pouty full lips, and the most noticeable thing was her high firm breasts that had a hint of erect nipple poking through her tight sweater. I may have been dazzled by her. Andrew had a different idea and called a taxi to take us back to the coffee shop and he will ride with me. What can I say? I told Andrew not to look around the house, it's a mess. I laughed and told him my maid quit last week and started drinking and said "FUCK THIS MESS". Andrew said, "Really?". I laughed again and told him I live in a two bedroom apartment and I'm the maid. I've got vacation time coming and I have been looking for a smaller place to move to.Then with me packing, then. And just when I look besides me, I note this man; handsome; strong-built and dingy-haired; peering and staring right straight at me. He looks like he is from Mexico—that Spanish-resembling and curly-twisted style done-up hair of his, arranged and arrayed in a way that Spaniards are only known to love and relish."Hi, I am Brad Wilson," he tells and makes known to me. I am wrong then. He must be from England ... or even Australia."Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you?" I ask him seriously and.