"Let's just say she's a bit curvier." She grinned at me, “That’s something you’d certainly notice!” “Well yeah, I did. And I hope it’s oka... with you that I invited her and her husband to dinner.” "So you invited an old girlfriend to dinner, and you aren't expecting anything to happen?" “No, she wasn’t ever a ‘girlfriend'. I just had a crush on her back then. I told her that I'd talk to you about it and give them a call. I'm not sure if she's expecting the actual invitation or not." “Invite. The cook gave out a little ‘Eek!’ when she saw me, then settled down and smiled at me, blushing a bit.“Mister Jack, are you sure you should be up? There is a bell you can ring, we would have brought you breakfast!”“It’s okay, thanks. I would kill for a cup of coffee to start with. Breakfast in a little bit? Or maybe it is lunch time?”“How about brunch, Mister Jack? I can do a nice ham and cheese omelet, some fried potato, maybe some cantaloupe cut up in a bowl?”“Wonderful, thanks! I’ll take my. Finally we went to bed and, after a while, as we were watching tv she said, “I still can't believe he was looking down my top. Could he really see all of my tits?" I told her that she had looked in the mirror and seen it all, hadn't she? I commented how he was most likely jacking off at this very moment. I couldn't help but notice; her eyes had that glassy look to them, so I decided to see if I was correct in my thinking. I rolled on my side and in one motion, slid my hand into her pajama. What a body, it was like I was dreaming, and here see was just smiling at me. "Can I buy you a drink?" kind of rolled out of my mouth along with my tongue. Her smile grew as she leaned closer to me, taking my beer from the bar, bringing it up to her delicious lips and chugging down a few mouthfuls. "I'll just share yours" she said handing me my beer. I was quick to have a couple of mouthfuls of my own, my temperature was steady rising and so was my cock. "What's your name?" I asked savoring the.