We first met them about twenty years ago. We had just inherited my dad`s house, and they were our first tenants. He was an economist, she was a doctor, and I had a crush on her from the start. Good looking, red hair, bright, and an open smile. Oh, i was hooked.
She could flirt, too, brushing back her hair, thrusting out her b****. She knew how to do it, too. But I never reacted, at least I don’t think so. The closest I came was to tell her that she looked great. Some day, not too far off, I may tell that I always dreamed of spanking her sweet b***.
Maybe.
