She is, although quite small, perfectly proportioned. Her breasts are about a D and her ass is simply perfect. She is curvy, yet skinny, and it is ama...ing to think that she has had three children, the oldest being 17 and a good friend of mine. She is also the subject of many of my fantasies. I could feel a minor erection begin to push against my suit trousers. “They must be desperate for members if you’re in the club,” she joked to me as I entered the hotel. I chuckled and I found it hard to. I sat on the couch drinking wine waiting for the Wilsons to come home. It was about ten when Mrs Wilson, or Lisa, came in the door, very very drunk. She had four older guys with her. They were drunk also. The men were having a bachlor party, I am not sure where Mr Wilson was. I just remember Lisa could hardly walk and I felt I had to protect her from something stupid happening. The men were all over her trying to get her to undress and do a lap dance for them. I tried to get the men to leave. She found pancake mix in a cabinet, but recalled grimly how dismal her last attempt at pancakes had been. Toast, she thought desperately, at last. Surely she couldn’t ruin toast.But the only bread he had was some fancy kind, not sliced sandwich bread like she always bought for herself. She tried cutting it into thin, toast-able slices and stuck two of them into the toaster. She was afraid she’d burn it if she didn’t watch it carefully, since she wasn’t sure what setting to use for this. There were just too many people and some of the men and even the women (although I wasn’t quite sure that some of them were women) were groping me. Not that that bothered me, in fact I quite enjoyed it. My worry was that my clothes might disappear.Anyway, I gave up on that bar and worked my way out and to a quieter bar where I did manage to get a drink then I leant against a wall and watched. I had to tell a couple of young men that I wasn’t interested in going back to their hotels, or even.