Her pussy glistened with moisture. She stepped over my outstretched legs and put her knees on the bench seat on either side of my pelvis, facing me. S...e hovered over my cock, taking it in her hand and playfully rubbing it against her hooded clit. She worked it back and forth along the sides of her vagina, as she intently stared into my eyes biting down on her lower lip. I placed my hands on to her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. She let out a soft moan of approval. Brandy looked up at. “Hey Blondie,” he said with a friendly voice; it was his nickname for the cute young girl.“How's Jason?” Brooke asked.“Ah he went to the library to use the computer and hang out with other kids,” he said.“Is Ellie here?” she asked coyly.“No,” he replied abruptly.Brooke said, “Good.”“That's not nice,” he said scolding her.“Oh God Ritchie,” the girl said.She said nothing for a few seconds.“Guess what?” Brooke asked then.“What?” he said.“Next week is my birthday, I'm gonna be eighteen!” Brooke. We chit-chatted until the waitress came back to take our meal order. I put my right index finger to my lips to signify silence from m and then proceeded to order her another Margarita, a bowl of French Onion Soup and a small salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing, all were her favorites. For me, it was just a Rueben Sandwich. Once the waitress left, I took out two more vicoden, gave them to her and watched as she downed them, finishing her Margarita. I could tell that she was beginning. ”“Even if I wasn’t Joe, I’d consider changing my name.”She paused, then a small smile crossed her lips. “Ithink you mean that.”“I don’t have a poker face?”“Hardly.”I smiled. “You’re right. I’ve never been able to playpoker.”We talked about the net, and about stories, until thewaiter brought around our meal. While we talked, Ilooked her over without trying to be obvious about it.“A little.