"Oh?... if you're that curious, why don't you sit next to me?" She asked with a face that seemed very inviting.
And if I hadn't known better, I would have jumped the gun on it. But after spending a lot of time with Abigail and some with Veronica, I understood that intellectual women of their age, are experienced and one of the first things they do is to weed out red flags.
"I would have, but I believe you don't want that." I say.
"Oh?" She lightly said.
"I have a premonition that you seem like the type that doesn't like having her space invaded and I am not saying that as a bad thing. In fact, I, myself am one of those types that don't like their space being invaded too."
The MILF finally lit a knowing smile as she asked, "So what's the end game here?"
"Endgame? Does their always have to be an endgame?" I ask her, "Can't we just talk and appreciate this moment that we have, we don't have to do something that none of us don't want."
