Patricia was suggesting some items I might consider, and at the same time she was teasing me by writing up a list of adult toys she thought might add ...pice to her nights with me when a waft of expensive perfume hit both of us.I did not recognize the woman who approached the counter, but she seemed to be studying my face. She had long hair, which clearly had been bleached to keep the blond color. Her face lacked any wrinkles, and her breasts were two perfect oversized melons sitting on her. The yellow was the wrong color, though. And that green didn’t belong. The yellow was blonde, golden, shimmering. The green was emerald, deep, glittering. Hair fell in loose ringlets, eyes met his for a brief moment. Voice, high and silken, spoke quickly. ‘S-sorry.’ ‘No problem,’ he found himself saying. Then the green was gone, the gold slipped past, and they were walking in opposite directions again. Somehow he could not register what had just happened. Try as he might his brain could not be. Remember, mommy let me wear my short one. Then he shifted his chair over next to mine and told my that I had beautiful legs. I kind of liked that, it made me feel good. He was being really nice to me and before I knew it, I wasn’t nervous any longer. He told me he liked how my thigh high stockings didn’t quite come up to the bottom of my skirt and how he could see some of my skin...you know how you liked it?” I nodded in the affirmative. “Then he asked, real nice and politely, if he could touch. I could feel her breasts on me and she could feel it too. Suddenly she pushed me away and punched me a couple of times. I somehow kept standing and then she gave me a kick slap to my face. I fell down. The referee was counting 1 to 10. My body was paining, but somehow I got up as I did not want to lose the fight to my wife.The fourth round was also over. But I lost all hope. She is clearly winning. And that winner posture was all over. She could not wait for the fifth round, while I just wanted.