'Wait by my car, if you wanna hang out with me, its the sexy black honda civic' i was still a little speechless as i defined the extra emphasis she pu... on sexy. 'okay' i stammered as she walked with fluidity out of the door.I had been waiting for all of 10 minutes before she came out and unlocked the car, i just stood there still shocked as to what was happening. 'Are you gunna stand there all day or do you wanna come over to my place?' I took no hesitation in getting in and placing my laptop. It was just get undressed and get down to business. She had a nice figure with, I guess, B-cup breasts, strawberry blond hair top and bottom, with not too much below. I sat on the bed and she came over to gently push me onto my back, where she took my engorged dick in her hand and with a firm grasp began to stroke it. There was some small talk, not much of which I recall. I do remember her saying that she was native Dutch, and she also mentioned a husband. I think she said she was working to. I was getting nervous about the time. I did not want Ken to be angry with me for being late. She rang the doorbell and I let her in. She walked into the den, turned and locked me with her gaze. "I hope you are not planning on wearing that crappy little number to the party," she said. I froze in my tracks. "What?" Where is the number that Charlene gave you?" I was almost in shock. I stammered, "It's upstairs." Well let's get our buns upstairs," Sue commanded. Off she went with me in tow. When we. " Oh...." I said, as though I had just figured out the formula for storing kinetic energy. "Is she that pretty blond girl from down the street? The German family?" I'll never kiss and tell" my wife added with a smile. "Not even to you!" Well, if it is her", I added, "she is very hot! Wait, aren't there two girls in that family? One is shorter, with that killer bod. The other is taller and honestly, not quite as cute. Please tell me it was the shorter, cuter one?"Again" my wife replied, between.