“How about that one?” Chelsea Davenport pointed to a college-aged man, his smirk as he talked to the cashier at the hamburger joint at the mall letting Chelsea know he was flirting pretty hard and getting nowhere. While other people stood around the mall’s food court, trying to decide what they wanted for dinner, Chelsea sat there selecting her next fantasy for when she m*********d.
Darren followed his wife’s finger, noticing the blond younger man she pointed out. He was definitely younger than Darren expected, but then again, that was probably the appeal for her. The man wore jeans that hugged his ass and showed the strength of his legs and a T-shirt that announced he had a chest Chelsea would love to have her hands on while straddling the man’s waist. “Do you think he’s even out of col
