He was 6'5 240 pounds, shaved head with an athletic build. I took another sip when he moved closer to me and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jonas. " I s...iled, shook his hand and said "I'm Sandy, nice to meet you. Jonas was dressed casually in a pair of khaki shorts, sneakers and a blue golf shirt. We made small talk as we drank. Half way through my second drink, the conversation led to flirting. Jonas put his hand on the small of my back, and whispered in my ear, "You have really amazing breasts.. More than one Family Head of the Thirteen had died because of them. So now, why would it be here, where he couldn’t help but see it when he despised them so?Then my grandfather’s words came to me. He would often joke, “some things are better hidden in plain sight,” and there it was. A ticker-tape machine with an old tape that grandfather knew that I would recognize as not belonging.With the message I found on the tape itself, I quickly found the rest of the clues and put them together with the. I was truly surprised by your boldness. The bar table was pretty small but there wasn’t a lot of light. Maybe no one could see what was happening. When your thumb started massaging the head of my cock, you turned the tables and asked, ‘Are you wet yet?’ You knew I was. My hand fell into your lap under the material of your wrap-around skirt. Worn specifically for this moment to happen, you spread your legs and my fingertip found the wetness of your slit. Looking directly at me while still. .Checking me out.I felt weird as his eyes inspected every inch of my body and finally he spoke again "you look much better with out a shirt Joe" I looked at him strangely then I finally decided to ask what the hell he was talking about "What do you mean?" he then crawled off his bad and walked over to me taking the T-sirt out of my hands and throwing it some where "you look better with out a shirt on thats all" I admit I was sort of shocked by what he said and I was in so much shock I didn't.