I’d been an extremely successful executive in bond trading and I had retired last year after my beloved wife passed away following a long illness. ...fter her death I couldn’t see the point of working my ass off any longer. Why would I want to do it? Who would I be doing it for? I took early retirement and moved south. At six feet two inches and 190 pounds I was also in extremely good shape. I have brown hair partially bleached by the sun with more than a touch of gray, a straight nose, and. "Greta pursed her lips and twitched her head indicating the large black void below the Illuminated plinth, Blakey's eyes narrowed and a deep frown furrowed her brow.Greta beamed, "I knew you hadn't really lost it in all that paperwork, there's still a street-wise cop in there, you see it too." I can still hustle if I need to! Don't you..."Blakey cut her reply short, grabbed a shocked Greta securely between the legs and kissed her deeply. Kate's cheerful voice sounded closely behind Greta."You. Like a moth to a flame, Emmett seemed to seek out the heat as his body inched further and further down. Each movement only minimally visible in the soft moonlight, as it filtered through the window. The soft, warm light picked up the contours of Emmett’s muscular frame and the fine hairs that covered his body. That was when I felt it - the gentle contact between his soft lips and the very top of my most intimate place. A delicate, slow kiss followed before his warm, wet tongue extended out and. Mia had a powerful body odor that managed to smell almost bread-like as opposed to a rancid stench while Aran had a similar odor too. The taken man put his arm around Mia's waist, his slightly darker skin touching her bare nude lower back."Say what, before you have a couple more and get yourself into trouble, I say we close out the tab," said Mia."I mean, it's only one more," said Aran, slightly drunk."It's always one more," whispered Mia in Aran's ear, a sensation that aroused him to where his.