As James walks through his neighborhood, he ponders what it is he wants to talk about when he gets to Tiffany's house. As close as they were it still felt somewhat awkward being in her house. She was too nice and forgiving to ever blame him, but the strain the transformation he'd induced in Rebecca had put on her personal life was always evident in her slightly less cheerful demeanor recently.
Just as he's about to cross the street to the next block, he hears a woman call out to him, "James! I haven't seen you in ages! Come here and let let me hug you." As he turns, he sees it's Victoria Gutierrez, her long black hair tied up in a loose pony tail and walking toward him. He'd been so lost in thought he'd completely forgotten he was going to even pass her house on the way. As the curvacious vixen sashayed her way up to him. Like always, James found it nearly impossible not to ogle at the Hispanic woman's bountiful breasts, which were at the very least DD's but probably bigger. She seems to be unaware of how her bubble butt rolls back and forth with her hips in a distinctly enticing manner as she grew nearer. She embraced him, pressing his face firmly into her caramel bosom, causing James to shiver at the sight and feel of her tits. Upon releasing him, James couldn't help but giver her a quick once over, taking in her sun dress, which showed a bit more leg than most mom's would probably dare show at her age. Then again, she certainly didn't look it, with barely a wrinkle in sight, her soft tan skin seemed to glow with life and her smile was both heartfelt and sincere. Her green eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief as she gave him her own appraising glance, and she seemed pleased with what she saw standing before her.
"Come, I haven't had the chance to talk with you in forever, take a break and spend some time with an old lady, it'd make my day!" she implores him, beckoning him into her home. Her children are all gone, presumably at her husbands house. Ever since she got divorced she had to share joint custody of her children, and during the summer they traded off for a week at a time, and it being a Tuesday, they'd be gone for the next five days unless something came up. The only company she'd have would be her little lap dog, which seemed to be having an absolute fit as it barked and yapped at him from behind a window of her home behind her. She was probably dreadfully lonely, and Jake felt a twinge of guilt for not having visited her sooner.
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