He was still nursing the XO, the tall gawky blonde was still trying to get a conversation going. She’d been eavesdropping, and had even started a co...versation behind her with a younger couple eating at the bar. He was dressed in a pinstripe gray suit, no tie, short italian banker collars. She could smell his Dolce across every other smell in the bar. She watched the blonde make a move, her hand settles breifly on his thigh and remains there just long enough for him to glance over at her. There. I grab another condom. "Put it on me," I ask and turn on my back. You turn to face me and take the package. You remove its contents and look at my dick. "I think it needs to be a little harder," you inform me. With that you stick it in your mouth and suck. I moan as your talented lips go to work. Soon you declare, "Its ready!" and roll the condom down the shaft. You go to lay down when I stop you. "Get on top of me," I ask.You straddle my hips and grab my dick. You rub it on your pussy until. Attractive... enticing..." Her eyes drifted. "The emotions... so powerful... so beautiful..." She panted again for a while, her glazed look drifting around the tent. "I'm not ready... I love you..."A'moth didn't know what to do. Isabelle would occasionally pant and break out into a sweat, even though it was quite cool in the tent. A'moth stroked her daughter's head and waited, hoping Isabelle would come out of the stupor on her own.A'moth debated whether to try to read Isabelle's mind. She. What is happening to my memory these days?" Buffett, sir, Warren Buffett." I filled in."In any case," I continued, "I was seated next to your wife, while you were seated on the other side several seats closer to the dais. Between the chap from OPEC and the Italian Ambassador's wife, as I recall." Ha! The most intriguing evening I've had at Mansion House in years. Neither one of them had a word of English. Not that I was too concerned about the oil man, but I enjoyed the Ambassador's wife. Did.