Taesha always smells fantastic. If it's not her hair, it's her skin or stylish clothing. He looks at how those leather pants hugged her sexy round backside and how great everything else looks exquisite enough to stir up his passion.
"Hey, Dexter, do you want to sit at the table or over here on the sofa and watch television?"
"Uhmm...at the table."
"Alright." Taesha set the table with candles and dinnerware. Then she prepares their plates.
"I'm waiting on the garlic bread Mr.," She says to Dexter.
Dexter pulled the oven open. "Coming right up." Dexter sits at the table and digs into his plate of food.
"I'm very impressed. It's delicious," Dexter says.
"I'm glad you like it," Taesha replies. "Dexter, you boiled those noodles to near perfection, and I've never had greater-tasting ga
