His eyes unintentionally tracked down to the movement of her shapely legs, the sight of her pussy kept them there for a longer moment. His creative mind instantly flashed images of interesting things to do with and to her little cunt. Mostly positions, some fetishes, a few fantasy things. A blush rising in his cheeks, an erection in his pants, his thumb shot to the ring on his finger, reminding himself that he was a married man. Jacob sat back into the chair, shifting and crossing his legs by placing one ankle over the other knee, partially obstructing his view up her skirt, as well as blocking her view of his arousal.<br/><br/>After another moment, he cleared his throat to keep it from sounding shaky or horse. "So, is it a good neighborhood?" He asked, while forcing his mind down other roads, ones that didn't involve anything penetrating her pretty pink center. Instead, he thought of puppies and flowers, and what his wife would say if she came home and saw him staring a their new neighbors cunt. Instead his mind went down another path upon thinking of his lovely wife, one of the handful of women he'd ever been intimate with. Images if what she would look like in the new lingerie that he'd bought for her when they found out they'd gotten the house. The lingerie that had tried to escape the box that was in the chair when he put it on the floor.