I can see him now, he doesn't know it, but I can see him. I can see his cow brown eyes roaming over her breasts. I'm watching those eyes slipping down to the little crinkled tip below her throat and into the line of her cleavage, lazily caressing her full breasts. I bet he's fantasising over the size and shape of her nipples; wondering whether they're short and stubby or long and pronounced; wanting to know how dark or pink her areola will be. I can see him dreaming of holding, kissing and sliding his hands over her firm lush thirty six D's.
I can see him now, wondering what lies beneath the all in one swimsuit she's wearing. I know he's trying to imagine where her tan ends; wanting to touch that white smooth stomach of hers; down over the mummy pouch and beautiful wrinkles and thin crinkly life lines below. Wanting to see them spreading down to her who knows what delights await him. I can see him watching, perving, guessing, wanting her. I can see him; I'm watching him, waiting to spoil his chances. I have her, she's mine and I am hers, we two are one. Now he's wondering whether she shaves or waxes or even perhaps goes "au naturale". I know, I know it all, but I'll ever tell him. I won't let him anywhere near my secret kingdom. He'll never kiss and lick or suck her sex lips; never wiggle his tongue on her bud or taste her pussy juices as they slide into his mouth down his tongue, I won't allow it. I know what he wants and I'll make sure he never gets it. I will not be beaten
I can see him now ogling her now as she emerges from the pool, dripping wet, her hair plastered to her scalp and back; her breasts heaving from the effort of swimming, nipples denting the fabric. The rivulets of water sliding down her body, dripping from her arse, down to the ground around her. He craves her, uses her to imagine what his girlfriend will look like in twenty five years time. He wants my cake and he wants to eat it too, in front of me. How dare he presume... He wants all my jewels, all my pleasures. He wants to usurp me; his is a hostile takeover. A gut and run; taking my precious babies with him. I won't let him, I will stop him dead. I will take whatever action I need to take and I will foil his deadly quest. I will not be overthrown; I will not be beaten by a child/man. My house, my home, my women, my game and always my rules, he'll learn too late not to mess with me.