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Richard watched as Valerie stepped out onto the back porch, unable to keep his gaze from raking over her tight body, the way her breasts pressed against her top. Smiling at her, he gestured to the glass of wine on the table between his chair and the empty one.
She gave him a puzzled look as she stared at the wineglass. “You knew he wouldn’t come down?” she asked.
He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned back around to his backyard, his whiskey glass in his hand. “Let’s just say, I’m not surprised that he chose not to join us,” he said. “He’s never been one to just sit around and do nothing but talk.” He shrugged. “He has to stay busy at something, even if it’s unpacking his boxes. I had hoped college would change that in him, but I see it hasn’t.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she walked around the chair and sat down, reaching for her glass and pulling it into her lap. “No,” she said as she lifted the glass to her lips. “Justin has never been one to just sit down. I can’t even get him to go to a coffee shop with me without him taking a stack of notebooks. He has a hard time relaxing.”
Richard nodded. “He always has. He could barely even sit still long enough to watch a thirty-minute show.”
After taking a sip of her wine, she licked her lips, and Richard couldn’t keep his eyes off the way her tongue glided between her lips, licking up the remaining wine. He clamped down on a groan as he felt his cock harden in his pants, and he was just glad night had fallen. He felt bad for thinking the dirty thoughts that went through his mind right then about his son’s girlfriend, but he couldn’t help it. Valerie was one sexy girl. Okay, woman, young woman, but still a woman. And god, did she carry herself like a woman men needed to drool over. As she settled her glass back in her lap, she turned over to him. “I don’t think he’ll ever change. He seems to enjoy being busy. It’s his way of relaxing, as weird as that sounds.”
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