Don and I sat on each side and after a drink and some small conservation I looked over toward Sandra and told her. “Don and I are both going to fuck...you tonight”.She said nothing. She was wearing a short skirt that came just above her knee and a light sweater that was square cut across the front that showed the top of her breasts and deep cleavage. It was flexible which I liked because I could pull it down in the center and expose her cleavage and the inner part of each breast.Tonight however;. I have worked for some very old bands with members in their sixties, all millionaires, whose wives have long ago divorced them, estranged from family and friends because they just keep touring and touring, until finally, they can't find any venues that will sign them. That's why I am pleased and surprised that Courtney has given up such a powerful tour schedule for a personal life instead. More power to her. If nothing else, this experience will let you know exactly what she did give up for the. I told her that I lived alone, and worked for a large computer company as a communications consultant. Her sentences had a strange grammatical construction, because she was not completely fluent, but I could understand what she meant despite her heavy accent. I found her conversation to be mildly entertaining. She seemed to be a pleasant person, without a hint of the scheming or posturing that you found in most Americans. It seemed as if Americans learn to play head games at about the same time. Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and began to lift her legs up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of material. She began to slowly pull her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire "unveiling." Yes, I wanted to fuck her, taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted.