“Yeah, well I’m suspecting he’s about to break up with her. He’s going to some big shot university cross country.”“What’s his name?” T...heodore asked, looking up at her. Mihara wasn’t sure why he had taken a sudden interest but she was gonna roll with it.“Rylan Temple. He’s from some heavyweight family and his father is on the committee at the uni, so he’s no doubt there on scholarship,” she rolled her eyes.“Temple is a familiar last name,” Theodore said in his usual flat tone. “I’ve met a few. Frankly, I have to admit that I don’t find myself entirely attractive. I am too tall and thin. My hair is long and flat, and an unimpressive, lackluster shade of brown. My eyes are my biggest complaint. They are the queerest shade of green. I have often thought of getting contacts in a striking shade of blue, but I never seem to get around to it. Needless to say, I have very little confidence in myself, or at least I did. Recently, something happened that affected my opinion of myself. One. "He smiled gently, closed the small box and placed it on his bedside table. Removing the pin from his cravat, he tossed it onto the table next to the jeweler's box. He loosened his cravat, drew it from around his neck and tossed it to the floor at the foot of his bed. In swift succession, he removed his remaining clothes and cast them to join the cravat. Naked, he lay across his bed and stared unseeingly at the ceiling, his mind lost in his reminisces of Christine's sweet lips on his."She is. My hand traveled south. My fingers moved through the hair above her shaved pussy lips. I found her lips and slid a finger over the top. She was wet. Damn. I wanted to taste her. It had been a few years since I had that privilege with her. I kissed my way from her tits towards her belly. I lingered there a few moments, licking and sucking on her belly ring. Damn. For a woman of 40 with two kids, she has got to have the sexiest stomach I've ever experienced up close and personal. I continued.