were sat in the Cross Key’s beer garden
discussing the previous week and Amelia raised an eyebrow when he told her
about the meeting with a proper cougar in a hotel.
“Well,
that’s just the perfect scenario for a lothario” she said tongue in cheek.
“What
do you mean a lothario?” he protested.
“It’s
alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said, and it was his turn to
raise an eyebrow.
“I
know you do, so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly.
“I
don’t know who they are, and I don’t need to know who they are,”
He
went to speak but she stopped him with a look.
“However,
I have the following conditions, first you never touch my sisters” she said
before adding.
“Or
my mother”
Her
sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust, but he hadn’t
considered her mother, and she was still an attractive woman.
“And
as long as when you’re with me I have your undivided attention” she continued.
“Can
I look at other women when were together?” he asked.
“Yes”
“And
can I have lustful thoughts about them?”
“Only
if I get the benefit of any resulting erection” she replied, and he was just
digesting what she had said when he caught sight of the barmaid Molly collecting
glasses and at that precise moment, she bent over to pick up an empty glass and
flashed her thonged nether’s to all the customers in the garden.
“So,
if the sight of Molly’s knickers wakes up the one-eyed beast, I get to tame
it.”
“Well,
that seems clear enough” he said.
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