Gilbert was the exception and she became intrigued by him fairly early on. Gilbert was a regular at the bar and generally visited at least three times...a week. When Layla first met Gilbert she was very taken aback by his appearance, because Gilbert was the personification of scruffiness.Gilbert was always attired in what she came to accept as a uniform for him. Gilbert wore baggy shorts made of a flimsy material, a t-shirt, and the blue top of a two piece overall. This ensemble always ranged. "Come on, let's join the others," said Jack.He led her into the living room. It was dark. She saw that the shades were pulled shut and all the lights were off. There was a movie projector on the table, and it was showing a movie on a large screen at the end of the room.The rest of the group were sitting around watching the film. By now the wine was taking effect on her, and she was not quite sure what was happening.She sat down on the couch between Jack and David. She looked up at the screen. . your big tits.””Oh god,” she moaned.”They want to fuck you...eat you...cum in you,” I continued. “They think you’re fucking hot, sooo sexy, so desirable...like I always have.”She grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me hard as she climaxed again. She kissed me for over a minute, finally pulling her mouth away, and gazed into my eyes. I pulled myself up and straddled her chest. Grabbing her big breasts, putting my now-hard cock between them, I started pumping. She put her hands on her. The woman in front of him was possibly the hottest thing he had ever laid eyes on. He wanted her right then and there but knew this wasn’t going to happen. To him she was a stranger. A beautiful stranger but a stranger nonetheless. They continued their forced conversation, each of them wanting the other’s body but only one knowing the truth about the situation. After about 45min she suggested that the manager might be back and she should check and see. As she rose from her seat and turned.