‘You draw first,’ she said. I drew a two and she let out a laugh. ‘Typical,’ I thought cursing my luck. She drew a five and said, ‘That’ll...be 50 dollars please.’ Shaking my head in disappointment I reached into my back pocket and handed over the bill from my wallet. ‘I’m not wearing much clothing you realise,’ Nicky said coyly. I gulped and reached for the cards. This time I picked up a 10. ‘That’s more like it,’ I thought. She drew a three and tutted at her misfortune. It was now my turn to. But my dance partner sensed that things weren’t going too good, so he leaned over and asked what was wrong. I told him that my ex was there at the bar watching us dance. He asked if I wanted to go to him, and I said, “to that cheating bastard?! No, I don’t think so!” At that time he winked at me and said “well, we should put on a show that he’ll never forget then.” And that’s when he moved his hands from my waist down to my ass. He started to slowly caress my ass with his fingers , running his. She is nervous and doesn’t even know why. Bill is her friend, her lover, her most trusted ally, she knows he will make this fantasy come alive for her but for some reason she is still worried. She hops down from the countertop bar and paces the kitchen waiting for him to arrive. Should she or shouldn’t she…she continues to ask the question, stopping by the bar she looks at the cool whip tub and the banana. She smiles and laughs as the kitchen door opens. She jumps from nervousness and surprise. “Very nice” she said “ Shall we let this get a little air?”. She more or less dragged my, by my cock, into one of the vacant cubicles. “Like my tits do you?” she asked as I stood there frozen, my cock still firmly gripped, “Like to see ‘em?” she asked. It was all I could do to nod my head as, with her spare hand she hooked the straps of her dress from her shoulders letting the top of her dress fall enough to reveal her boobs, and what boobs they were! Lila was the opposite to my mum, she was.