I returned his look with an uncomfortable smile.As happens with friends that haven’t seen each other in a while, we ate, drank and stayed up late ca...ching up. The whole while Donna was hanging on his every word. She was also teasing him mercilessly. Her tight fitting slacks left little to the imagination as they hugged her perfect ass and her protruding camel toe made it evident that she was not wearing panties either. She would bend over to pick up our empty glasses, showing her crotch and. “Sis, how long were you married? You should know about vibrators and what their purpose is. Why ask me? Go see for yourself.”“I have never been to that kind of place. I don’t want to go by myself.”“You want me to go with you?” Hold on a minute. My sister wants me to go to a sex store with her to look for a vibrator so she can fuck herself. I am having a bit of a time wrapping my head around that thought. She wants help looking for the right penis looking vibrator in a sex store with her. Meet me at Ontario Place, and all will be revealed. The BlusherIt was a simple shout out, buried among the various other attempts to be cute. I had missed it the first time through. It took several minutes of reading before I realized it was directed at me. Initially, I just sat back. You might say I was stunned. But I did smile. And then I turned to my computer and made some rapid arrangements.As I stood at the railing and looked out at the lake, I realized I was home, if only for a few hours.. Not so plain a woman as Angela Merkel of the early 21st century. She was in fact quite fucking stunning, dark hair bright blue-green eyes, sexy body. However there was a coldness in her eyes, she radiated male hate, all the men could sense it. Her first comment when she entered the room set the tone. She said to her colleagues loud enough for the guys to hear; “Can you smell it can you smell the problem of this world the hormone of men the thing that drives for disaster…” She went on for a bit.