My Best Friend Visits Continued
When Mario arrived my wife was visibly nervous. She was not the young girl Mario remembered. She had grown into a full woman with a great body and Mario took notice of that. I could see him looking at every inch of her body. I could also see a hunger in his eyes that I remember from years before. As for Mario, he was still a very handsome Latino man. He was visibly older and more mature. My wife took notice of that also. I could see how she took side way glances at Mario as we talked. I took...