An older woman and a younger woman, both heavily made up, sat at another table next to a counter where a burly man, with a brutish, sly face, reclined...in a chair, arms folded across his chest. His eyes followed them as they took their seats at a table near the doorway. The older woman gave the younger one a nod, and she rose and came over. She may have been pretty, for she had a well shaped oval face, but too much makeup made it hard to tell what lay beneath. Her eyebrows had been plucked and. .. It attracts me and I wet ... Damn, that smells a cul ... This is not trivial ... The minutes ticked by, it seems an eternity. I slipped and my finger and thumb pushes you in your pussy ... You're so wet that it slides and you alone oozes ...You notes to 4 feet, then I'll have ... I feel totally control you ... With my fingers in your ass and your pussy, I'm the king of the world ... My dick wet to see you like that ...You just suck me deeply ... As my fingers rolled your body ...You start. Eventually he turns the TV off and sits back down. We laugh again, and Robert fidgets uncomfortably, Lorelie notices this, and strokes the inside of his thigh smiling at him. She then turns back to me and says "Are you up for a fun evening Pete?" I take a gulp of my drink, and say “yes!” not really knowing what I am agreeing to. With that she gets up and sways towards the kitchen. She is wearing a navy jacket and skirt type suit, a white blouse which really shows her tanned skin off and is. She looked incredible. She had a small silvery clutch bag and she assured me she had her university fake ID that one of her friends had got her at her private school back east just in case we got checked. I didn’t think they would since we looked like a stunning couple and she certainly didn’t look like it was her 18th birthday. I had told her not to wear any perfume and pulled out my little box wrapped in gold paper. Inside was a bottle of 24 Faubourg perfume from Hermes. She hopped up.