She moved a chair over by my started talking.
“How’d you get that?” she pointed at my shoulder.
“Got shot.”
“Really?! My arms were muscular.
I threw on some shorts and my Nike slides and a towel then went out. Pop! I got lucky from my wound, a flesh wound just deep enough to hurt but not mess with anything and is healing rather quickly.
“Ok let’s go.”
I followed her to the pool, stealing quick glances at her ass. What’s wrong?”
“I have to go, love you”
Then I hung up. She’s only 21 and has about 30 million dollars, and owns a franchise of fast food restaurants. She swallowed as much as she could and used her finger clean the rest up.
“That was great.” I said smiling
“It was fun too, let’s do it again sometime.”
That’s when we heard the doorbell ring.
A group came in and they started chattering.
They all noticed me and fell quiet.
“This is James, James meet some of my friends.”
I nodded my head then went and watched tv.
At about 8 I retired to my house telling them all bye.
I opened the
