Meeting Tom

We moved up together with a car full of things, mainly Megan’s clothes. I don’t know how she had so many but there must have been 3 suitcases full of things. Tom greeted us at the door, he was in his early sixties but could have been ten years older. He was tall, at least 6 foot and had a huge beer belly hanging over the top of his sweat pants. He wasn’t as friendly as I’d hoped, he shook my hand and said hello but apart from that he didn’t show any attention to me. On the other hand he smiled and welcomed Megan. He smiled and opened his arms wide for a hug, as an excited Megan bounced into the house and went onto her tip toes to reciprocate. The size difference was huge, he was at least a foot taller and about ten stone heavier than my petite blonde girlfriend. He held onto her tightly and the hug lingered a little longer than was comfortable. Megan had on a tight white crop top which was tightly wrapped around her small frame. Cut below the tits showing off her flat toned and tanned stomach and her pierced belly button. She had on a tight pair of black leggings which hugged her ass. Without trying she looked effortlessly hot and I was stood looking at how perfect her body looked. Without even looking my way, Tom suggested, in a very strong tone, that I should start to unload the car and turned to Megan to offer her a tour of the house. She giggled and practically bounced on the spot with excitement to see her first home. I couldn’t get a good view from behind but I could see the outline of her pert round tits bouncing in her crop top. For the first time, and only a matter of minutes in, I got jealous of Tom being stood right in front of her and wondered what he could see. As they went off towards the kitchen I turned to the car to get some things out.