Nothing more was said about Beverly Worthington's house until the next day. Ed waited until we were alone and reiterated that I should call Beverly. "...t sounds like she would prefer to talk to you," he said, serious now.I called her and made arrangements for us to stop by the following day. We left the jobsite a little early and discovered that Beverly not only had architectural plans, she admitted that two other contractors had bid the job. Ed studied the plans, took measurements of the. I couldn't help but notice that the taxi driver got a good glimpse up her short dress, as she moved across the seat. The driver glanced all so often over his shoulder with a clear view between her legs, as she sat in center of seat straddling the hump.After one look at Pretty Wife, the bouncers at club signaled us to the front of the line. We found a nice spot amongst the crowd, near the back of the dance floor. We stood behind a rail which was great for holding our drinks and a place to lean. You mentioned your ass. You still interested?”As an answer, I stood up, wrapped my arms around a tree, and wiggled my butt out a little. He pulled my hips back a little then stuck his moist fingers inside me for a little. He played around a bit until I was really close to my orgasm. Then he finally began to slide inside of my butt. He would pause from time to time.I was having a good time until I felt fingers rub my clitoris. I let go of the tree, grabbed his wrist and said, “If you’re going to. In true South African style at a braai (barbecue), the men hang around the fire watching the meat, sharing their limited culinary knowledge on how best to cook meat over coals, while the women did their thing separately, everyone usually gets back together once the meat is suitably charred. On this particular day, the women chose to all leap into the swimming pool fully clothed. Clearly the tequila shots they had all had beforehand were starting to take effect. Once wet they ran over to hug.