‘Sorry about your shirt.’ ‘It’sokay. It was worth it.’ She smiled at him while buttoning his shirt leaving it mostly unbuttoned to cool her ...breasts. He grabbed her hand and helped her to stand, stumbling himself. ‘You always wear me out.’ ‘I wear you out,’ he chuckled, ‘Silly girl.’ ‘Girl!?’ He kissed her, mostly to shut her up, but still it was tender. In a soft voice he said, ‘You wear me out and I like it.’ He grabbed her hand and they wobbled down the stairs together, down the hall, through. She claimed that she was "twenty two" [more like thirty two] and visiting from New Orleans.She was african american, dark skinned with a gap in her extremely white teeth and was wearing a sandy brown wig.She directed me to a shady looking motel near the freeway. I found myself thinking how convienent it would be to just hop on the freeway after I'd finished chasing my paticuliar dragon.After being humilated at the BBW club and the Ms. Stetson debacle, I'd decided to go "underground" with my. Instead she said, "I can't wait to see the ring." Deborah's going to get back as early as she can to show it to you. She also wants to ask you a favour." What does she want me to do?" Wait and see. It's a favour for her and she must ask you." Miaow!" Yes!" Meanie!" Yes," Richard smiled. "Got to keep you in order." Yes, Sir. Sorry."Richard kissed her on the nose. "Now," he said, "we've got a busy morning ahead. James is coming over at half past ten to interrogate you about Deborah and me being. “By the way, my name is Susan” I chuckle and say “Thank you and I’m Kaz”. “As in Kazimir Pulsaki?” you ask.“Good guess, how’d you know I’m Polish?”Laughing you reply “My Mom’s side is Polish…Jacze Masz?” “Barzo Dobze”We both start to leave. I try not to notice how gorgeous you are; your body, a real woman’s body, curves everywhere, is so arousing and so perfect for me. If I could I would loose myself in you every night. Hesitatingly, I almost lean in and kiss those sensual lips but my fear.