White candles of all shapes and sizes are lit and placed in various spots around the room. Theres a fireplace on one side of the room, but it is unlit..., seeing as it was Spring. There are slightly ajar French doors on the wall next to the fireplace, with white curtains that billow in the breeze. The doors open to a fairly large balcony that has a black wrought-iron glass-top table and two matching chairs. There is a vase of daisies in the center of the table. My favorite! I think to myself.. “Those are mouth watering melons you got bitch”“Dat ass!”“Man you got to fuck her hard Bro” “Make her scream Bro”.John had reached his wheelchair at the top of the stairs and wheeled himself to outside their room. He could hear them better now. “Your husband is outside bitch! better not let him hear you moan with pleasure” said Devin. “Yeah Bitch try to contain yourself!” said a witness. John looked through the keyhole he had to know what was going on in there. Just then the door opened. It was. He let out a nervous laugh as he hugged her back. He felt how thin she was in his hands. He noticed that she was about an A or B cup, but had an hourglass figure, similar to her daughter. Over her shoulder he saw a man at a chopping board in the kitchen, and Claire on a stool on the opposite side of the counter. He suddenly felt nervous about hugging her in front of Claire and her father. “Come on in, get warm.”Brandon was immediately impressed with Claire’s house. The kitchen looked brand new. "Yes" I answered pathetically. She was definitely attractive. She was not classically good looking but well formed and pretty. I felt a warm surge of shame as I thought how I must appear. My long hair was wet and straggly and the cold weather would not have flattered my proud nose, either! Kelly did not seem to notice and she ushered me inside. She led me by my hand up to her bedroom and sat me down on the bed. I just sat there at first, watching her as I began to relax. She retrieved a towel.