Moving on…My ex-husband – let’s get that out of the way for a start, had a friend he grew up with. The two were good friends but also ludicrous...ly competitive with each other. I was going out with Paul (yes, the ex-husband) and I went off to teacher training college for a year and while I was there, I met his friend Bob. To start with, I had no idea they knew each other.One day, Bob heard me mention Paul in conversation and made the connection. College was a few hours away from home, which. Kate came up hurriedly, dragging, someone. "Daddy, this is Becca. Becca, my dad."Becca was stunning, close to my height, built like a porn star, heels, low-cut top. She was black, her smooth skin like fine chocolate. She had sleepy sad eyes, that said, "I know you want me."And I did! I was embarrassed at once, and felt she could see right through me."Hello, Mr Orwell, it's so nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you from Kate." Isn't he a hunk, Beck? We gotta set him up with a. “I’ll make sure he comes the next time.”“Hello, Jake. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Carla beamed taking in this tall, blonde blue-eyed boy’s physique. His Falcons T-shirt accented taught muscles while his choice of shorts in winter revealed strong, hairy legs. She offered her hand and escorted them into her inner office. Closing her office door behind her, she secured the door lock.“This is my girlfriend, Tiffany Warner. I hope you don’t mind if I brought her with me. My concussion indirectly. The bottoms of her tanned cheeks were saying hello to me when she bent down to open the oven door. I've long forgotten to feel guilty about the pleasure she gives to me. One thing that turns me on to no end is the tan soft skin of my girl and yes, maybe even more of a turn on is the tan line of the forbidden areas. At the dinner table she poured red wine for both of us and her wet lips became too much for me to resist, as I leaned over and tasted her lips and tongue for more than just a.