Warm breath tickled the older woman's ear as the blonde eased the garment down her arms and then pushed the material down her hips until it too rested...at her feet."Much better," declared Rory. "But somehow I feel that our hostess is still too dressed to cool off." the brunette stepped in front of Angelina, her fingers finding the row of buttons at the front of the dress and undoing them one after another.Angelina groped for words. After all, it's not every day that two attractive young women,. We sit and make small talk till we are ready to go. I pay the bill after the usual argument on who pays, and we leave holding hand. We go for our usual slow walk, a necessity after a big meal. I slip my hand around your waist, letting it fall over your butt. I love the feel of this dress on your body and tell you so, you smile and return a compliment. We walk towards the river, one of our favourite short walks. We walk slowly, talking about this and that, not caring for too much. We get to. I'm going to miss you this weekend" I replied."Oh, thank you Sweetie, but I don't even have make-up on silly" she said."That's why I'm so lucky, you look that beautiful without make-up" I responded with a smile."Sure, tell me this when you're leaving for three days so I can't properly thank you Michael. I can't wait until you get home" she told me.I started the car and we drove quickly over to the arena. I pulled into the parking lot and saw the bus was just pulling in."Ok, have a good weekend. "He's good, isn't he?" Mr. Chetty asked."Yes," I answered, still bewildered by the situation."Better than your wife?" he asked.I didn't answer right away, but he asked again, his voice more forceful, "It's a simple fucking question you fucking faggot, is Eugene a better cocksucker than your wife?"Knowing the answer was yes, I replied defeated and slightly frightened, "Yes." I thought so, Eugene has an expert faggot mouth," Mr. Chetty said. "Now I have a secret for you," he began, as he.