But the more central issue: she is eighteen, barely. Her daddy is a big time investment banker with all manner of muscle at city hall. It's risky en...ough she sucks my dick on a fairly regular basis and then staggers home drunk. Damn. I am going to miss boffing and banging that heavy hootered honey. However, as I mentioned earlier, I am always on the hunt.I watch her pour out Bombay into a highball glass with an ice cube or two. Rose has her back to me as she tips back her head and takes in. Driving back to our place I could see that Marissa’s breast had become perkier and there was a hint of musk in the air. To me I knew that the thought aroused her without having to say a word. We arrived and Jorge was right behind us. I fumbled for the keys and opened the door. Walking inside Marissa disappeared unexpectedly but I suspected she wanted a few moments to prepare herself and to change. Jorge sat in the kitchen with me as I opened the wine he bought and we talked for a few minutes. ‘Ah. I love being in my own car. Always feels like home.’ Home? I imagine that’s nice. I imagine home feels comfortable, a place people can go and be themselves, be accepted. I imagine it anyway. ‘Here you go. A glass of champagne for you. And one for me. This is good stuff now. A lot better than that dime store crap you were drinking back there.’ It tastes the same to me, but I smile and nod. ‘You like some music? I’ve got…well, let’s see…I’ve got…no, this sucks…no…oh, how about this. You. And you got off on the idea that you could steal another woman’s husband?”“Steal? No. Borrow. And trust me, it’s fucking that gives me a thrill, not the circumstances! Though I do have to say watching you handle ‘Don Anthony’ made me horny as hell!”“No kidding!”“McKenzie is cool with us using her apartment. She offered to stay.”I chuckled, “Your first threesome?”“If I were interested AT ALL in girls, maybe. But I’m not, so why share? But it’s up to you.”I shook my head, “No. That doesn’t fit.