Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Henry Martingale is trying to be discreet. He’s sitting on the sofa with me, watching tennis (Wimbledon) on TV. But I see him, his roving eye catching glimpses of my tan legs, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t admit to enjoying his attention. He dropped over to see his best friend, my son Edward, who won’t return for another hour at least. Knowing that Henry is a tennis fan and player—his family belongs to Morgan Valley, the same country club that we do—I suggested he stay and watch Wimbledon with me until Edward returns. I’m fully aware that Henry finds me attractive. I’ve seen him almost leering at me whenever he’s over here. I’m his older woman fantasy, I suppose, a forty-something MILF to horny college guys like Henry. I’m still Mrs. Newman to him, not…